Today I saw a woman climb a tree and weep

The hum of the new air conditioner

and the scratching of furniture and boxes.

Today we moved my brother into his first house.

Small, hot, and crowded.

The bustling sweat of a summer move. A good move.

It was somewhere near 1:30 in the morning.

I watched her

from the basement stairs.

I saw a woman

climb a tree in the backyard,

into the high web-laden branches

and weep.