Bubbles

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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