Cottonwoods Compel

[Tall trio: maybe fastigiate Black Poplar]

Though hard to read
I'd know them anywhere.
Swaying in breeze
They'll always compel prayer.

Wish-capsule back
To the 70's,
trekking in six
Greyhound time machines:

Wyoming emerged.
They were swaying everywhere!
Blowing off wisps
Of airborne white hair.

Their memory seared.
Wyoming endeared.

Sitting in traffic on Sunday,
Trying to ignore
A Rationalizer (http://godspacelb.org/2011/081411.mp3  ...[39:49 - 45:01 *] )
There they were.

Bumped up to the end of
Marber Avenue
All these years
Staring down at you...

Sudden recollection! OS
That morning flew,
Headed for Cottonwood
Longitudes...

Soon to wither under
Lecturing aptitudes...

When the brochure appeared
Twelve years ago,
Pictured cheshire teens
All aglow:

Zip line, challenge race,
Ropes course, hot faced,
Exuberant. His space!
"Send him!" I begged.

Time passed.
Moment came.
He went . . .

It's now lame!
I'm praying.

Holy King.
Give the boy less homework &
More Wyoming.
And let him sing.

Amen.

*( I am sure I heard him tell toxic people to just leave. Either I am hearing things, or someone executed a face saving delete.)