Bubbles Blowing

soap bubble slick with—
children’s tongues that reach to lick—
that ends with air regenerated—
and colour collecting—
in reflecting gestures—
meant to quicken—
bubbles blowing—
left elated—

Thanks for checking out my poem.

Did I tell you I wrote a novel? You can read it here for free, or get it for your e-reader on iBooks, Amazon or Kobo. Or you can just say you read the book, and donate five bucks down below. Go on.

Gabriel Muoio

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