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cottonwood trees
what are my bleary eyes
glazed over by the pollen
of the cottonwood trees
and the ever-shining sun
such is june, i suppose
no one to see it through
in these bustling streets
there is not enough time
to take in the breathing
shared by all of the birds
to watch them make nests
for if i do, i will miss my bus
and i can't miss graduation
like missing the birth
of a repeating summer
i can watch bees pollinate
flowers sometime in july
but i will need to get a job
glazed over by the pollen
of the cottonwood trees
and the ever-shining sun
such is june, i suppose
no one to see it through
in these bustling streets
there is not enough time
to take in the breathing
shared by all of the birds
to watch them make nests
for if i do, i will miss my bus
and i can't miss graduation
like missing the birth
of a repeating summer
i can watch bees pollinate
flowers sometime in july
but i will need to get a job
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