A yolk surrounded
By white hung
Above flanked by
Strips of clouds
Shards of sunlight
Like shredded paper
Grew long on
The shadowed street
Glints of sun
Danced on bumpers
Just like candlelight
Green and browned
Lawns appeared like
Sprawling checker boards
Birdsong returned calls
Outside my window
Like far-off radios
At long last
The sun returned
Here to Charlotte
Bringing with it
This Sunday morning
