Monday, June 8, 2009

Bubble

bubbles pop.
water drops.
splashing what was dry

what is meant, is not kept.
you forgot to dot the i's

instead the boy, with the dreams
dreamt only a lie

for his bubble stick
and mindful wish
were thrown down on the ground.

he left it there, but sat to stare
wondering where it went.

why on the ground, instead of his hand
where it belonged, where it's always been

waiting. waiting. Because his wish
is with his stick.


he wants to blow that bubble again.


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