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Cottonwood tree rises twice again

as high as any of the houses

swaying and blowing this morning

its leaves twisting and turning

on their thin nubile stems

this wet spring bluster taking

them to the dance floor

for a twirl.

2 thoughts on “Cottonwood

  1. Love it!

  2. Thanks, Michele!

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