The Bubble
All of life
seemed to be in the tiny bubble
he had just blown.
His little breath gave it life
as it grew and lifted
off the wand.
A twisted rainbow danced
in the thin soap sphere
as it rose.
It glided
out a window.
It sheened in the sun.
And floated into the bluest of skies
until it vanished.
I know now for sure
it died
in a sudden burst
not far from the window.
but as a child
you could
never convince me of that.
© 1997 J.Kevin Wolfe, all rights reserved
appears here by permission
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