Two bubbles,
floating in
the cosmic sky —
the world and I.
Blown by a single
bubble-maker,
from the same solution.
Though that great bubble
took it shape
so long before my own,
we float along
a common arc,
and will until
the day mine pops —
and then, some day,
the world’s will, too.
And such spaciousness
we’ll leave,
before the backdrop
of a million stars!
(…….july 27)
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