Bubbles

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.

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Image by Jeff Kubina – Bubbles, CC BY-SA 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=3425864

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