Turquoise Balloons from Even Clothed by Marmalakes

If nothing else this is meant to mark this domino day
Collecting handfuls of balloon skin parts
Ungluable, randomly splayed

The air that left
Really got the best
Of the bloated latex lung

Body of a string, held by a thumb
And a single finger
Wrapped in presence, wrapped in prints
Insides merging with the winds
Gust or gale, she is gone, and so is it

El Paso woman wearing turquoise stones
On eight-decade-aged bones
That cradle, twist, and tie
And hand over her sigh
The heir goes in with ease
But takes more than he sees

Body of a string, held by a thumb
And a single finger
Wrapped in presence, wrapped in prints
Insides merging with the winds
Bursting breast, equals death, for a friend

These moon-shades match the ones
From when you could
Keep your years on
What you have attached

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