Drunk with the storm
The trees
Full of green
Bend and sway in the wind
As if choreographed by Twyla Tharp
Soft then sharp
The leaves make jazz hands
Connected then separate then connected
Partners then soloists then partners again
Birds take shelter
Puffed out balls of feathers
In the broken flower pots
That sit in the corner of the back porch
The birdfeeder is empty
Rain water rattles through the gutters
Unheard by the sullen birds
A voice says, "We need the rain"
We always need the rain
It gives the trees a chance to dance
