Amid a crowd, there's one balloon.
Floating
Dancing in the air.
It twirls and swirls.
Weaving and bobbing.
Standing out like the sun,
Against a stale, blue sky.
It jolts to a halt.
Rises
Then sinks.
It dodges feet, legs, arms.
But falters.
Deflating.
Growing smaller,
And smaller,
smaller
Until
It's walked on.
Torn.
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