Happiness

I would give you
the blue of my balloon,
its awkward shape,
and strange tail.

I would give you its rubber -
shriveled or stretched,
its string - short or long,
even tie it to your wrist
myself.

But, please do not ask me
for its air,
for then how would I be able
to give to you at all.


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