there were bubbles in the tops of
the apricot which stunned and pleased him more than he could say
he was sitting on the
toilet his afternoon constitutional gazing out the window the sun glinted off themoff their gentle
trembling they couldnt help but catch his eye
they clung to the foliage and
bare sticks that he would prune in the Fall when the apricot went dormant
they were clinging because a soft breeze
moved the tree crowns behind them occasional leaves fluttered free and if they werent clinging they would have lifted floated away or exploded
Oh!s usually accompanied their bursting their spherical crystalline reality breathtaking anticipation then the
sodden realisation that the marvelous suddenly gracing us is transitory
as we are
but were not as beautiful or exquisite were not perfect vessels and we do not suddenly POPsuddenly
disappear with only memory as our refuse
he sat very still and watched
he adored
then a single bubble
the
breeze had laid down
trembled more obviously than the others
it quit its clinging and lifted into the blue
air its iridescence pronounced and like a flock of birds the
other bubbles followed lifting too
they
floated straight up up up
and at an altitude above the stickery
ends of tree branches the single lead bubblenot ten feet above quiet silvered mass
veered sideways other bubbles followed
its lead or diverged
and what transpired was a
rapid acceleration and swirlingan iridescent murmuration that twisted mounted
twisted back on itself like taffy a thousands-part
quivering amoebic dance
then with what sounded like a pebble
splashing in a pond
gone
he rubbed his eyeshe wondered if
he should trust them
but he put that aside
for they had benefitted himtreated him to savory untold glancesbreathtaking
peeks and bore simple witness
looking again everything was as
it was deepgreen apricot foliage the azure
sky broken low by reefs of trees and leafy tentacles
though it seemed a shimmering remained wafting like underwater seagrass or weed
a ghostly sundog
he wondered if the bubbles would
resent being called a sundog
a quiet effervescent shimmering
he had trouble getting up off the
pot
his legs had partially fallen asleep
napped
1029, Monday,
20 7. 20
1030, Twosday,
21 7. 20
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