Monday, 16 November 2015


*pop* *pop* *pop*
She popped bubbles for a better world
A forest fire
turned field
A field turned
parking lot
But all I heard was *pop*
The father came
Just the same
Took your tales
Heard you complain
Wished he'd make
You stop
But the bubble wrap
Is far too kind
And the squeeze is
Worth the *pop*
And I recede
In the same decree
You keep repeating
Like an old story
In different shades
And sizes
Like a key that
Never locks
But the air you
Breathe is pocket sized
And you pinch
My bubble
With a *pop*

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