Emily Dickinson Understands March

the woman waiting for the elevator
smiled, "It's windy out. Look at how
that pine bends with each gust."
i stared at the tree sashaying
with a partner, a dance happening
outside a window on the seventh floor--
when i didn't respond, she said, "my car
strayed from side to side this morning."
the elevator arrived and we both stepped in--
i said, " did you notice how the sun
stepped into the dance?"

     Oh March come upstairs with me -
     I have so much to tell