A cottonwood fluff drifts up through the window,
whirls in the droning, lands in a puff
upon her breast.
It clings to her sweater
in need of good, solid rain.
A cottonwood fluff drifts up through the window,
whirls in the droning, lands in a puff
upon her breast.
It clings to her sweater
in need of good, solid rain.