Bubbles
bubbles remind me of deep water
an ocean of midnight stealing my breath
it's slow motion cold constricting my lungs
sending circles of my life to the surface to pop
bubbles remind me of fourth grade summers
and the dish soap smell of the bubbles we blew through
a plastic stick with a circle on the end
watching them rise in the air until they popped
and splattered our still innocent faces
Copyright © Brian Anderson | Year Posted 2009
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