Cottonwood "Snow" Angel

 

Drifts of cottonwood banked against the dollar store

piles of fluff, caught in broom grass, milkweed

wooly tufts collected by the side of the road

Where am I? Michigan or Innsbruck?

Is it late spring, almost summer, or midwinter?

I ride my bike home after work, stopping

along the way to admire the altered

landscape of the Midwest, contemplating

 

a snow angel