Poem: Bubbles

((I bet you didn’t think of bubbles this way))


The little things that tickle your nose
that comes from the drink you excitedly rose

the thing that creates giggles
every time that it’s done
by children of any age
with soap in the sun

Or maybe you mean
the comfort at home
during a bath
when no one is home
you rest and relax surrounded so

Perhaps I am wrong
you found another place
where these things inhabit
from rushed water or ice

look at it this way
you really can’t say
just from one word
what I meant to say


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