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May 2016
I watched this cute little yellow balloon
as it rolled its way down the highway
weaving in and out of traffic
like it new exactly where it was going.

It meandered on it's gentle path
flowing with the breeze
seeming to have direction and purpose.

Never getting distracted or
losing sight of where it was headed,
I watched as the semi rolled by
thinking this was the end

but the little yellow balloon had other plans
it  just kept on rolling down the path
knowing the destination and not swaying from it's mission

all the while,  enjoying the passing breeze
from those that helped along its way.  
I watched this yellow balloon
as it turned to get on the highway
following me or so it seemed to my final destination.

It had black letters written on it that I couldn't make out
I may never know what the word said but I'll always know
what the balloon had to say
Candace Smith
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Candace Smith  oakland
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