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Balloons This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

By lenabloop, Denver, CO

I can feel you floating up up and away
like balloons that our eight-year-old fingertips
cramped from holding on too tight,
and like a silent movie
our lips puckered into perfect O’s
never realizing how infinite these things can be.

But I don’t think it’s like that this time.
The infinite part.

I stretched my neck back
watching you become a dot against cumulus
and begged my mom for a new one.

But she told me I’d just grow restless and let go of you again.



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2 comment(s)
Mckay
This poem makes me remember all the times I lost a balloon when I was a kid. Those times were painful. The imagery you use is simple but flawless. The "puckered O's" part is just breath-taking for me. (I know, little things charm me easily.) Congrats on the publication of this poem. 
Oct. 01, 2013 at 4:55 PM • Report
lenabloop
Thank you so much for all your extremely generous comments on my poems!!! It's all so nice to hear.
Oct. 01, 2013 at 7:10 PM • Report
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