The tree branches engage in a mysterious dance
An ancient frenzy; dos-à-dos and enchufla
The steps of which remain in taxonomic secrecy known
only to the phylum; even the wind does not understand
the choreographic response of the fronds.
The rhythm of their writhing declaring an impenetrable knowledge.
No matter how long I observe their swing,
sway and shimmy, I am no more learned of their communications than
before the weather changed.