Always breathing. Always learning. Always searching. Always dreaming.
Standing in the rain
Hands in pockets
Chewing
Chewing
Chewing
Until at last
She’s able to blow a bubble
Small
Medium
Large
Larger
Larger still
She turns her face to the sky
Blinded by the rain
Bubble growing
Growing
Growing
Feet lift
Bubble shields
Everything’s pink
Through the eyes of the bubbler
Rising
Rising
Rising
Above the rain
April 1, 2023
Prompt: Write a foolish poem
Always breathing. Always learning. Always searching. Always dreaming.
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