Like a roach in the night
I tentatively step into the light
Of day, blinding
My untrained eyes
If only for a moment, to witness

A perfect early summer day
A crisp breeze cuts into the dense heat
Like an ice cube dropped into pop
Kerplunk, I feel fizzy
I mean dizzy
Entranced by the sway of weeds in the wind
Growing in spite of the concrete surrounding them

How surreal
To peer down the lane of manicured lawns
Past the skies of Tar Heel blue and know
That just beyond the horizon
Lies utter chaos