A watched pot,
beginning to boil
growing bubbles in the dimples
the Teflon surface;
Called to the ball,
to dance, to merge, to join
with each other;
Twirl and whirl,
glide and slide
across the floor
to the syncopated tempo;
Frantic motion,
frenetic energy,
ready to rise
to swirl to the surface;
Explode free,
up into the air
into the ether
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edited October 30, 2016
Dance of the Bubbles – v2
March 17,
2007 10:42
Dance of the Bubbles
(Ray and Ruth – for the title)
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