in the air,
holding a red balloon
shaped
like heart.
she waves,
her head in the clouds.
tethered tightly
by her small fist around
the string.
it's too late
to let go and she doesn't
want to
despite the height
and the ground
below,
but she's happy,
it seems.
as we all are
when we hang
on too
long,
before the fall.
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