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We rose like two
blue balloons.
You, especially
full of hot air.
And blue because
that's the color
of bursts and flickers
I see when I close
my eyes from cold
and crying on the slab
of city sidewalk
I lost and then found
my coat's blue button on—
and the same small square
where I stood while you,
silent and still
on the other line,
deflated.