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  • charlieka 3w

    Cottonwood Stars

    I see
    with eyes that flood riverbanks in late summer rain stirred mosses of green and the brown of muddied waters
    there are cattails that split and mouth cotton to clouds and hide the sun but
    my stars are kept inside the cottonwood trees and it's there that I best love them
    on my horse I ride through dew dazzled webs and watch the spiders bathe in a small pool and the hoofprints fill with darting minnows as we leave