Poetry

About bubbles

for Poppy and Lennox

there are super-rainbow bubbles,
bubbles that pop in a second,
bubbles that fly in your face

there are bubbles the dog barks at,
bubbles you have to chase,
bubbles no one sees

there are bubbles that divide
into smaller bubbles,
bubbles that land in the grass
and must be hit with a stick

then there are the bubbles
which last longer than the rest

(by some accident of bubble technology
which you or I can never know)

that float up on the wind,
over the house, or the road,
higher than the Norfolk Pine

these are the bubbles which
never pop, but go on forever…

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