Buttered Dreams
driving the highway the other day
past buttercups on the median way
and rows of corn on the other side
a beautiful sight for noontime ride
my dreaming mind started to wonder
a cornucopia of crops golden color
as buttercups rose into the air
and crossed the lanes without a care
to drip onto the corn so buttery
a pleasant dream feeding absurdity
still the taste imaged on my tongue
with a bit of salt and pepper clung
to bright yellow kernels of my mind
a noontime fantasy tastefully defined
© Goode Guy 2011-06-24
not too much salt...
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