Bubbles

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Confined ]inasmallplace[ slip and slither,

Try to outdo one another,

Up and over often becomes down and under

As they jiggle around for (elbow?) space. Ha.

They seem to take on lives of their own,

Each one for himself…?

Hard to catch, great escapees,

Like so many souls clustered together

Only to ‘Pop’, released to the atmosphere,

Released to God’s care,

Bright as light…

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©Denise G Allen, 29 May 2013 06:37