This is my bubble boy,
who spent most of the morning
engrossed in blowing bubbles,
fascinated by their shapes and sizes,
tickled by the few that floated
all the way up to the clouds,
sorry for the ones that went
splat on the sidewalk,
dazzled by the ones that
danced in the sunlight.
He excitedly showed the neighbors
his magic “bubble machine,”
and they all pretended they’d
never seen anything
so wonderful and enchanting.
Or, maybe they weren’t pretending at all.
