Looking at the gravel,
From foot to road to eye level,
Tracing my eyes up the steps and concrete building,
There I see a translucent fairy drunkenly floating from stone,
To grass,
To gravel.
And like the sun at evening, it went away.
Another drunken fairy came after and its faith followed the first,
Then,
They came by many.
Their bodies formed a path that my mind and feet followed,
Up the steps I went and
Came across the source,
Calm and at peace,
Not meant to disturb a soul,
There he stood conjuring these creatures,
And as I stared agape, I couldn’t help but feel his passion for his creations,
I stare awhile more and then left,
And although his presence in my life will remain minor,
I hope that when I reach the age of gray and silver and my memory slims, I’ll still remember this fairy maker,
Or as I like to call him – The Bubble Man
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