Cottonwood

Swirling and floating effortlessly
Gossamer fuzz hovers above me
Looking like snow in June
Whiter than the moon
The sidewalks seem enchanted
It's the season of romance
My heart is like and I swoon
I soar, like cottonwood in June.

6-1-19

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