Before the storm,
when the wind
whips up a beat
and the clouds churn
and tumble from
blacks to greys
and back again,
two tall pines
in my front yard
lurch left, right
then swing down
and around:
branches rolling,
pine needles
swooshing
tumbling
trees
twerking
dancing
like
inflatables
outside a car wash,
stepping like
those slim gents
on TikTok:
two guys
young
in sync
and
flowing.
Such
summer
swagger,
a pair of pines
letting it rip
before the
storm.
