Returning from the County Fair,
We were chased home
By the recent risen moon
Large as a house and ocherous as a ripened gourd
And by a cold front charging over the edge of the Caprock,
Rushing autumn upon us.
As clouds arrived, rain smacked against the car like hail.
Still dizzy from ferris wheel and roller-coaster rides
And ready to snuggle into cotton candy dreams,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem