Friday, July 31, 2009

Soap Bubbles

I am tired of the world
all it's blue and green ways
filled with the have's
walking on the have not's
children with curious eyes
behind pulled curtains
peek out to find their place
while the adults play
at knowing.

so many unpopped bubbles float
up from the dirty laundry -

summer rain on a tin roof
a smitten girl filled with smile
swirl of tadpoles in a puddle
sink of sponge moss on the sole
to lie in bed at noon knowing
everyone is scurrying to get
everything done that doesn't
need doing once it all begins
to end.

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