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Eastern-Cottonwood Days
Yesterday's cloud-scattering afternoon Was a blizzard of Eastern-cottonwood seed-snow. The breezy, warm air was astir with softly tufted flakes That seemed to be coming from everywhere, Drifting, skittering, sifting, changing positions, Not originless, destinationless, but just there, In my hair, my eyes, my throat, my chest, my essence.
These trees, whose leaves greened only ten days ago, Are fruiting out, sprouting flowers — Catkins in elliptical capsules, Budding into vessels with cottony sails Chancing the winds of happenstance, Many making their way to the lake, Hoping to survive, reach spring's shores, and take root.
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