New poem

It's been a while since I wrote one so I thought, why not. But don't expect anything personal or deep. It's just an observation, of a scene I saw one evening this past week that amused me. What I really wished I had on hand was my camera, because this could have made for a great picture, but as that didn't happen, the poem-

Bubbles
bumble down Broadway,
blown by the street vendor
at rush hour,
air buzzing
with the clear,
soapy spheres

Like a dream it was,
bubbles
floating lazily
above cars
in the sweet spring
breeze,
as people walk
to the subway,
heading home

Have a great weekend, you all!