Cotton Candy Amidst a Drizzle
Sauntering in the park ,a man remembered
this naughty lad, stuck on a wooden bench
in the middle of carnival hours, yawning…
till the drizzle of rain caught this toddler
alone, while everyone flew off behind
the edges: although his aunt’s red parasol
could cover a messed-up hair, the nimble
body leaned ahead-- watching the myriad
of bright carousel flags rustle along .
Ignoring the yells of kin’s shrill echoes,
he insisted on staying to view a montage
where hued ferris wheel stopped,
the glossy fall of balloons warping
as he laughed at this impromptu show.
It wasn’t the gust that annoyed the child,
not the gaudy umbrella… no, all he needed
was a bundle of cotton candy he longed
for the minute he saw it …rainbow-flushed--
just like the way he imagined such treat
days before the fair arrived. Oh, oh!
His run-down aunt wheezed away into a cloudscape
bringing the sweetened fluff, in the nick of time.
The man grinned at these imprints, replaying
his own prank and innocence on that nightfall,
when moments of boyhood were etched
in a male adult’s heart… his fingers now gripping
one large-sized, bright cotton candy.
Contest: Red and White Polka Umbrella for Eve Roper
9/30/2017
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