i see her
in the hot air
balloon, waving.
she is always
smiling,
especially when
she's leaving.
i worry about
the power lines,
and trees, and
all of the what
ifs that could
occur to send
the balloon so
happily striped
and pear shaped
tumbling to
the earth. she
keeps waving, i
keep waving. we
both want the same
things, but
have different
points of view.
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