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)
