Friday, June 21, 2002


LIke snow, they float,
Cottonwood seeds
From tall trees,
Here on summer solstice,
Where it's hot, hazy,
And snowing. They
Cling to my clothes,
Fall in my car. The
Light wind, it catches
The gossamar balls
On the ground
And whirls small
Single-helix tornadoes
Around my feet.

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