An incongruity
A shiny sagging
Mylar balloon
That’s misplaced and
Seems searching for
It’s fugacious purpose
Blows aimlessness
Through the woods
“Celebrate!” it demands
In garish colors
Images of confetti
And stupidly redundant
Fully inflated cousins
The fleeting birthday
Joy long forgotten
Now its lethal
Metal foil and plastic blend
Remains a persistently
Rude resident among
Flora and fauna
David Sapp, writer and artist, lives along the southern shore of Lake Erie in North America. A Pushcart nominee, he was awarded Ohio Arts Council Individual Excellence Grants for poetry and art. His poetry and prose appear widely in the United States, Canada, the United Kingdom, and Asia.
