Suds
Krystina Harcourt
Soapy bubbles d r i f t
across
the
hardwood
floor,
they clump together as
they travel,
slowly,
d
o
w
n
the river of murky water
a lone sponge
a grungy brownish blue
sits in the middle,
stopping the bubble from flowing.
My bucket has been knocked over.
across
the
hardwood
floor,
they clump together as
they travel,
slowly,
d
o
w
n
the river of murky water
a lone sponge
a grungy brownish blue
sits in the middle,
stopping the bubble from flowing.
My bucket has been knocked over.