About the Bubbles 

 

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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