A lost kite at the summit of East Rock Park, New Haven. Photographed by Dan Mims. Signed and numbered (on the back) by the artist.
The summit of East Rock Park is a graveyard. For kites.
Many flew too close to the sun. All flew too close to a branch.
For some, only ribbons remain—perhaps broken off during rescue attempts. Others rest whole, interred high in gnarled wooden tombs.
When another kite season begins, remember the fallen. The perpetually risen. The kites of East Rock. Then give yourself a buffer zone.