“ POP! ”
 

Unblinking,
only the sleepless eyes
of needles
follow
Watching us
thread our sighs
on wordless whispers
Rising
into perfect
rainbow symmetry
a pearlescent pair of soap bubbles
Forever
doomed by touch
or spared to live
Unfelt
as temporary jewels
enclosing
a little ball
of captive sky;
Given
the choice,
we'd
rather
die.
 

~ Bud Evans (c) 2000 ~