Framed in Black

*Written for day 30 of the PAD challenge. A "letting go" poem.

balloon sailing off over
the Concourse, blue globe
across all those lanes
of traffic (north/south,
south/north)
traveling too fast for mama
to catch, very soon over

the rooftops, the ribs of washlines
white below

then even
past the beady-black eyes

of pigeons, up, further
and further, past the

moon and even
the stars, held there, forever,
framed in black