fragile floating lens
framing a fleeting moment
in iridescence

I used to spend a lot of time blowing bubbles with my toddlers in our soggy Oregon backyard.  These flowers were so damp, the bubbles would land on them and linger, sometimes until little fingers popped them with glee.

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