We giant balloons
lumber like drunken buffoons
in holiday parades
on city avenues.
The crowd is amazed
at this silly parade
of fools like us
who should be floating away.
The bottles, the baggies,
the secret stashes
the broken hearts
are scattered like ashes.
We stay right now.
We stay today.
So the sadness and not us
Can be floating away.
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