Four lanes over, a plump helium heart—
slipped, maybe, from some kid's wrist
or a rushed lover's empty front seat
through a half-cracked car window—
rises like a shiny purple cloudlet
toward today's gray mess of clouds,
trailing its gold ribbon like lightning
that will never strike anything
or anyone here on the forsaken ground,
its bold LOVE increasingly illegible
as it ascends over the frozen oaks,
riding swift currents toward the horizon,
a swollen word wobbling out of sight.
LOVE it. We have all seen the random escaping balloon. Love has finally broken the bonds of earth.,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Lovely poem. A simple moment of ordinary life immortalized.