flitting through filtered rays
the days are getting shorter
but sweeter and hotter
as though dipped in butter
muted soft miles and miles
of sky high
balancing black silhouettes
that chirpple and chase eachother
aimlessly endlessly
flashing silver now and then
ultra high momentarily visible
its a wonder the cottonwoods
need to be so tall
since the fluff is not heavey at all
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