JF: A Poem for Toys R Us Kids

Ed. Note: After reading Meag's post on graduation/general explosions of youthful glory, I decided to post this similiarly-themed poem I wrote last week. Also, this poem was originally written on my kickass typewriter. Enjoy.

Miracle Bubbles

Mother mixes soap & water in a stone washbasin
      & combs the mixture with a wooden fork.

You & I take turns raking the wind,
     berthing a stream of translucent planets,
     a rainbow in e v e r y o n e.
We haunch low beneath their wobbling orbit
     & do our best to break them on our nose-bridges,
     another miracle exploding into the afternoon sky.
You & I, we giggle like little kids
     because that’s what we are.