I was walking in my non-cookie cutter neighborhood
today, the bright light of the not-yet-fading evening
illuminating the individual design artistry of each one
and two story house, when the spring dusk hour wind
started picking up and I heard a rattling sound.
just then I looked up and saw a slender tree with new
buds waving wildly and I knew, I just knew, that the
tree was somehow causing the slightly frightening
rattling in the second story of the house beside it.
it took me half a minute to rise out of this particular
trance, recognizing that the wind was moving the
tree branches and rattling some loose window frame.
the wind was moving both, juxtaposed in the evening sky.
correlation does not imply causation.