Tree in the Wind

A flutter of teases
shivering up the spine of each leaf
until the whole shakes like a belly laugh.

(You can’t force someone to see it; you
have to wait until they make time to
discover their own)

if I were a tree in the wind,
I’d giggle every time my skirt lifted at the ends,
shimmy, shimmy down to roots.

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