Cotton wood trees
sparkling in the sun
like spangled Spanish dancers.
Branches bow and dance in synchronized rhythm while
Saplings bend and sway in the sultry summer breeze
Leaves softly clapping.
Cicadas clicking castanets
in cascading sound.
The staccato tapping
of woodpeckers.
Cotton seeds drifting :
Confetti crescendo
The wind dies down.
The trees stand still.
The woodpecker flies.
The silence is punctuated by a distant airplane,
The show is over.
. . .for now
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