About the Bubbles
She was so damn serious
about the bubbles
her bows and her bangs
but it was the bubbles
that consumed her
the partnership
of the soap
the wand
and her breath
conspiring in a sort of magic
this was the shape of her celebration
while a band played
soldiers marched
flags danced
and rockets popped in the familiar colors of the day
it was the bubbles
that called her
took part of her
with the sacred sound of her breath
up into a foreverness of blue
on the fourth day of the seventh month
of her eighth year
and why she was so damn serious
about the bubbles