Of Courtyards
by Mark Navarro
Balloons
my hands were tied to two invisible balloons
and floated up over this mild breeze where the hush of your voice
whispered.
the day gone, the night retrieved from the story
jetting from my tongue, one i'm sure that made you glad
you cut the strings when you did.
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