The word: Bubble
I thought she was smoking so I was about to walk to the other side of the street. But then I saw that this stranger was blowing bubbles.
The Stranger: Ela
Her Word: Bubble
The poem I wrote:
/ if you ask one thing / of the air / beyond the scratched line / of now /
it will bubble up and vanish / into your stinging eyes
/ and leave you / holding nothing / in your hands.
The Challenge: Do you have a poem in you on this word? Write one here.