A few soft white puff clouds wafting across the sky,
A vapor trail streaking behind a silver bird
Bound for exotic isles - white beaches -
The sand so fine it squishes like sugar between your toes.


Who knows what dreams are spun in the desert sky
So vast, so endless, inspiring you to leave it all behind
And cruise east on the Interstate, AC blasting...
CD cranked up to "We have to shout to each other!"


Where are we headed, Vegas? Maybe.
Or maybe we'll turn south toward Death Valley.
The road ahead stretches to infinity,
Alluringly empty, like the sky above,


You feel the earth is yours, if only for a few hours
Until you reach the next town and your mood shifts down
Having to share the space with strangers...in a hurry
That pushy energy so rampant today, like a virus,
"There is not enough time," "Not enough money."
Not enough, not enough.


"Well enough!" Let's get away to the desert to chill,
We'll drive by night, stop by the side of the road
To feast on cold chicken and potato salad.
You'll name the constellations, your arm around me
My skirt billowing in the warm midnight breeze
And we'll fall in love all over again.

Soft White Puff Clouds

By Marilyn (LaraOct7@aol.com)

"Sailboats, Daddy. I see sailboats".
Daddy hugs his five-year old daughter and says,
"I see Momma bear, Papa bear, and Baby Bear."
"Oh Daddy," she giggles. "They can't be bears, they don't have paws."


Mother comes out and joins her husband and daughter.
"What do you see up there, Momma? Daddy sees bears."
Mother studies a moment. "I see the Jolly Green Giant."
"But Momma, the Jolly Green Giant is green, not white!"


"White?" Mother says, feigning surprise. She glances at Father, who smiles.
"Well...." Mother added, "the Jolly Green Giant must have had too much milk to drink this morning."
The little girl giggled so hard she nearly fell out of the hammock.
"Which reminds me," Mother said, "It's time for lunch."