Bubbles poem by Iris Carden
A puff of breath, trapped in a rainbow film, floats on air, on breeze to roam, to float, to fly, a moment of wonder, of whimsy. Air floating on air, shining, bright, a thing of light. To land and to burst: detergent splotch. Float no more, wonder's lost.
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Another puff of air, and the bubble storm can begin again….and what joy they bring, even when short lived. 💞