Writing on a windy spring day

The wind is blowing today.
When I look out my living room window,
I can see the limbs of the stone pine tree
waving above my garage.

The wind is blowing at a constant rate,
it isn't blow fast
at least not fast enough to carry trash
down the street,
which is good
because tomorrow is trash pick up day
and I have to take the trashcans to the curb
this evening.