outside my back door there are two married willows. I know they are at least lovers. they are so comfortable with each other it makes me jealous. with a wind they dance and I see him laugh and his head looks at her then the sky. She laughs and looks up to him and she has this look on her face. They see the same things, a future. their arms come togetether and they hug and dance some more. He is taller and has a shaggy face, a happy face . He looks down to look at her. It thrills him and he smiles even more and he looks up higher because he can’t believe how lucky he is. their arms find newer ways to hug each other and they dance to a rithym, I can only see the beat. The pines and the maples seem to be dancing as well but I watch and they aren’t as intimate, they are happy to see this couple, they watch them dance too. They know, they remember.
She is not as tall, they are both young, or at least don’t feel old, but still strong, and her arms hold him, she seems to have legs. They almost Tango.
On nights that the wind is not so energetic they hold each other and I watch them sleep. It is the sleep that only comes with love, familiarity, with forever as their future. I can see an arm move with a breeze and the other moves as well.
They will be with each other forever and they want it that way. Good for them!
The booze and the trees made me write this so don’t blame me in the morning.
Ace Hardware rents chain saws and they won’t bug me any more.
I need my peace.