I’ll follow you as cottonwood
seeds follow the wind.
May into June,
sun into moon,
I will follow you through
green wood, to where
the river meets the field.
There I will lie with you
soft as cottonwood seeds
drifting over your skin,
light as a kiss in a new month.
May into June, I will breathe
you in like new life
in an old world.
May 31, 2022