Monday, September 17, 2012

On The Road To Lake Erie

Cotton-punctured summer sky,

In hue of brightest blue.

Phantom straits on an endless sea

Seem endless, too, 

Stretching to phantom shores.

Here and there, marshmallow pillars,

Canyons, or so they appear to be.

And floating beneath it  all,

Roads I see 

That lead to white infinity,

Fluffy ghost-town scenes.