Turkeys fly into the trees,
wobbling on the branches
as they settle into the night.
The nor’easter winds
keep me up — sounds of childhood
going through the carwash
rush through my mind
as I hear water being slammed
at the windows, except nothing
is being cleaned.
A never-ending carwash
continues throughout
the night, getting louder
just as I almost
drift into sleep.
Kelly Severseike 