Cotton Candy

Cottony fog hangs

In the river valley

As drive into softness

Enter another world

Silence in the ethereal light

Visibility reduced to a

Few car lengths, roll down

Windows to listen

Sound of approaching care

Wait, can I trust my ears

Then it appears as if

Beamed down from the Enterprise

Swallowed up quickly again

As I'm left listening

Before I pull out

Slipping silently cloaked onto pavement

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-261D)