by KB Sergio Lapunin After the Texas Winter Storm of February 2021 The leafless oak trees. The junipers hanging down, insisting on being caught in my hair. The splintered leaves sagging on red oaks choked by old christmas lights. The hackberries, perfectly aligned on the wooden pointless fence. What is a fence but a boundary, but a harsh message to stay out? The ball mosses outnumbering the leaves on the battered oak tree. The cacti, mostly brown but still green in the middle