The Dance

The wind goes nasty, enters a cottonwood tree
and swings the branches around, casts off leaves,
naked branches flog the ripple air.

Nasty moves into the desert
and flips a swallow around on a feather tip spin,
the swallow, leaves and bugs join a dust devil

prancing through the sage. Nasty finds
a porch swing at an old ranch,
enters the night-light and swirls the moths

and mayflies around and out into the air
to connect with the night song.
Nasty passes to a hummingbird and me,

the hummer and I dance in the night-light
with the moths and the mayflies.