• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 10

In a bubble

As you sit cross legged in your chair I dread
If you remember the bubbles of rainbow colors.
Catching them, running behind and
Letting them sit on the wet grass as the morning was rising.

Counting and watching how big they grew
As they flew with us up the air.
The pink unicorns, green earthworms followed,
The fuzzy tailed red planes lined the blue.

The yellow drew patterns in the skylight
As you sat on my lap and drew moons and nights.
Now blowing the fantasies around you
I live in bubbles trapped memory.