written for The Sunday Muse #252

every child’s face is held in a single bubble eager with destruction innocent, but true enough we rip globes from ribbed plastic to whet their clapping hands detergent like an oil slick in the grass so young for planet stomping it’s like we’re raised to it
Some things don’t change. Give me a summer afternoon and some bubbles and I can keep my 8 year old busy for hours as he chases down and claps his hands destroying bubbles.
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yup. my kids same.
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yes, I think it’s in our blood; love the phrase ‘planet stomping’ ; is this how it begins: with bathroom bubbles ?
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Who knows, right? But kids LOVE popping bubbles. And let’s be honest, I don’t mind it myself. And yet they’re so beautiful. It’s weird how satisfying it is to make them disappear.
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cats too; I’ve seen a friend’s cat sitting on the sink mesmerized by detergent bubbles then paw out popping them —
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Ha ha! How funny!
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What bitter sweet observations. It is odd how much we like to destroy such pretty things. 🙂
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