On a pier in the afternoon, a small girl from a movie in a pink dress from a grandmother from a movie loses her pink balloon from her grandmother from a movie. The balloon is not helium, just old blown air out of someone, and the girl laughs. The balloon bounces on the wooden pier and rolls through the wide space under the rail just before the girl can catch it. It falls past fishermen and sits without denting the water. Then a gust starts it, slides it off for Denmark or Norway. I'm on a bench reading a ghost story about Denmark and a girl on the water. The grandmother brings her hands to her cheeks and looks afraid of screaming but the girl is a lemur, swings on her grandmother's arm.