bubbles

she ran into me, skipping along

was she barefoot? she always is when it rains

it’s her way of letting water lead her naked way

 

we ran

bouncing like shirley temple cherries, breath popping like bubbles

 then we walked, 

letting our words mix sugar with the black night sky

 

we met up with our friend Moment

who wasn’t fond of History because he never remembered her name

so we smiled and promised her that the rain 

and our bare feet

would never forget her.

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