The Promenade, Marc Chagall, 1918.
By Wyatt Hong | Mar 12th, 2010 | Category: PoetryHe watched her grow
smaller, a lost
balloon. He had heard
that when balloons fall
upon the ocean, whales
eat them and die.
He imagined ripples
breaking upon the water
like fireworks.
He watched her until
she disappeared,
and wondered whether
there were enough whales
to save all the balloons
that he had lost.


