Blueberry Sky
Through the windshield,
a splendid view.
Even though moving
along highway lanes
at a rapid pace,
we seemed to advance
in slow motion.
The sky enveloped
us in a cocoon,
folding in on all sides.
Powder puff clouds
dotted a canopy of clear blue,
dollops of whipped cream
on slabs of Jell-O.
In spots, stretched thin,
as though a giant invisible broom
swept through the wispy puffs
and smeared frosting
on a Kool-aid cake.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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