water-wing my helpless arms
into air, over cars, patterned cities and giant clocks
fizzle in my cheeks and burn my heart – such furious lemonade
such heights and views, such lightness! Yet I loathe
the love-drifts the bubbles create in my jubilant cells
for knowing they will pop before soon,
leaving only soap.
Image by Jeff Kubina – Bubbles, CC BY-SA 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=3425864