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Boy blowing bubbles



They erupt
with the suddenness
and ease of his laughter,
rising like the high,
wobbly syllables
of his singing.
Shimmering, drifting,
perfect in their roundness
as planets in a book,
they issue forth
from his lips
where he breathes
through the wand
like a birthday candle
he is wishing on.
they ride away
in the curve of leaves,
scoop of the sky,
rolling without wind
through midsummer,
his gaze steady and lifted
as any creator
to the beautiful,
mortal world
he still can take
into his heart
without misgiving.

Poet Deborah Pope is interviewed this week in LitLocal

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