I waited with <br />the bubbles <br /> <br />to cross the street. <br /> <br />One big bubble <br />winked at me. <br /> <br />It had a rainbow <br />just off-key of its center <br /> <br />like a Cyclops <br />eye. <br /> <br />'Bye! ' it blinked <br />and went out of existence. <br /> <br />I felt sad. <br />I had really liked that bubble. <br /> <br />My daughter <br />waiting for red to go green <br /> <br />continued blowing <br />families of bubbles. <br /> <br />some of the bubbles <br />crossed the road <br /> <br />before the lights <br />changed <br /> <br />and got hit by a 69 <br />bus. <br /> <br />Others busted <br />on a lady's hat <br /> <br />but the lady didn't <br />notice it. <br /> <br />One hitched a ride <br />on an exclamation mark <br /> <br />pretending to be <br />a dog's tail. <br /> <br />Two little baby bubbles <br />travelled over on my shoulder. <br /> <br />Some newly blown bubbles <br />dashed across the road <br /> <br />leading delightedly <br />the way. <br /> <br />Others disappeared up <br />into a blue so blue <br /> <br />(you wouldn't believe it) <br /> <br />as if Summer <br />was trying to be <br /> <br />a perfect picture postcard <br />of itself. <br /> <br />'Hold my hand now, love! ' <br />the father in my voice <br /> <br />tinged the words <br />with love and care. <br /> <br />'Ok! ' <br />my daughter said <br /> <br />trusting the words. <br /> <br />As we crossed the road <br />the bubbles in the bottle <br /> <br />fell asleep <br />and dreamed of being <br /> <br />real.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreaming-of-being-real-for-scarlett/
