Needing A Balloon

Sitting on park bench

People come up to her

Telling her stories

She blows up balloons

With the breath of each one

.

The myriad of balloons

She ties to her back

To form a rainbow

Of diverse greys

.

Life slumps on

With grey clouds

Floating past the bench

Inside a rainy sky

.

In the increasing cold

The balloons

Begin to crystalize

And each begins to shatter

.

She runs off the park bench

Tripping and falling

On shards of sharp heart break

Falling to her knees

.

When she looks up

She sees

A woman on a park bench

Blowing balloons

Straining to get out

Of the rainy sky

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