Cotton Candy

The sun disappeared today.

I watched the geese

Their outstretched wings made of steel

Float by and swallow it.

I wonder when it will begin to shine through their bodies and their eyes.

To picture an overcast sky

Filled with robot geese

With headlights for eyes.

Flapping their wings.

Ka-klinkka-klink

Children pointing and screaming

As the cotton candy vendor wipes down his cart.

“It smells like rain,” he says.


This poem was the result of a prompt from Tracy Lynch’s outstanding hour-long writing course, “15-Step Fiction.”

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