The wind wrestled the trees…bendin’ em back and forth in the dark night time breeze…makin’ noises outside his window as he watched the pines sway from side to side like an old singin’ group from the fifties made up of black teenage boys who hung out on street corners winkin’ at girls as they passed by…pretty girls…with done-up hair and ribbons tyin’ up curls…eyelashes real long…dresses below the knees…the wind wrestled the trees…

Rain came down through the gutter makin’ a steady drip…drip…drip…he saw the rain shinin’ in the streetlights down the alley…comin’ in sideways…it was a heavy mist that made all of God’s creation wet…green green grass…backyard gardens with red tomatoes hangin’ on the vines…black…yellow…and purple peppers…ready to be pulled…eaten while sittin’ in a patio chair with ease…the wind wrestled the trees…

And he could not sleep…didn’t even try…lookin’ at cars goin’ by on the side streets…with their lights on high beam…watchin’ as they traveled slowly in the early mornin’ traffic as whores walked home to their rented rooms…and meth-men screamed out into the night…dealers comin’ by with a little bit of a tease…the wind wrestled the trees…

This city…so pretty in the rain…dirt and grime washed away…only an over coating of sin remains…and…the wind wrestled the trees…