PIER FRIES

Parachutes they fall
in a sky dabbed in water color,
stars in her hair,
shimmering
like salt water taffy,

in time she walks
by the pier,
sharing pier fries
with an oil painted smile,

lady bugs dance
and elephants float
when she plays,

hiding Atlantis
in her eyes
a rubber ring in hand,
a prized teddy bear
and stuffed giraffe,

while evening clouds
make cotton candy.

© 2015 Rene Velez

Reviews

[Baby Ricochet]

Sounds like a great day out with someone. I miss fries. I never eat them

[Rene Velez]

Thanks Ric. Yeah gave them up too...no fried food, but I do cut potatoes in fours and make oven steak fries...

[Coyote Poetry]

The amazing description took me to many special places. I like the way you create visions of so many things making each scene come alive. Always a pleasure to read your outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Rene Velez]

Thank my friend

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.