SaturdayInCharlotte

Clouds above me

Swirl about like

Soapy suds swirling

Down the kitchen

Sink hawks soar

On invisible winds

High above as

Tall trees stand

Guard like thin

Helmeted soldiers or

Green umbrellas in

Fruity drinks the

Air is thick

With the stereo

Of bird calls

And tweets tickling

From afar as

Charlotte wakes up