Bubbles Poem by bob barci

Bubbles



Midday breeze
has drawn me out to the porch.
Quietness has a strange hold on this town.
I blow bubbles into the air.
The breeze takes them on a journey
until they burst in the wind.
It appears that I can porch sit anywhere.

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