Cotton Candy

Rating: 4.8
We walked on the bridge over the Chicago River
for what turned out to be the last time,
and I ate cotton candy, that sugary air,
that sweet blue light spun out of nothingness.
It was just a moment, really, nothing more,
but I remember marveling at the sturdy cables
of the bridge that held us up
and threading my fingers through the long
and slender fingers of my grandfather,
an old man from the Old World
who long ago disappeared into the nether regions.
And I remember that eight-year-old boy
who had tasted the sweetness of air,
which still clings to my mouth
and disappears when I breathe.
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: candy
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COMMENTS
Kim Barney 18 February 2015
This is marvelous. Brings back wonderful memories of childhood and loved ones long since departed. Thanks so much for sharing this one.
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