Like to Ride

The single red ballon
is stuck in the tree
blowing this way
a little unclear
as to which way to go.
Does it even know?

When it gets free
from its tethered tree
will it fly up to such great heights
reach lands never known
by balloons of its apparent ilk
or will it fall down to the street
bumping ’til ground underfoot?

Will wild winds just blow it
every which way
until she smashes into wall
dying ignominious death
a shriveled little rubber thing?
Where will she go?
Does she know?
What is that single red balloon to do?
Can anyone say?
And if so: who?

About Jonathan Berger

I used to write quite a bit more.
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