Monday, May 10, 2010

Ode to the Cottonwood

Reaching to the sky
Majestic. Swaying. Annoying.
Leaves drop to cover the ground
Through endless raking
Back-breaking and painful.
Seeds hang from your bales
Christmas garland; childhood memories.
Explosion of cotton. Explosion of sinus hell.
Drainage. Sniffing. Tearing at my eyes.
Sneeze. Wheeze. PLEASE!
Anxiously awaiting the end of Spring --
Summer scorch me, please.
I long to enjoy your shade again.

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