Mohawk Builder Poem by Jacqueline Czel

Riding high, cinched
and hoisted miles into
the littered island sky,
sun kissed sky builder,
Native sky walker,
seasoned wind talker
looks for eagles that
no longer exist in the
city as sharp hawks
walk below in Brooks
Brothers suits while
playing with buy
and sell bulls but he
knows the cold breezy
pull of ups & downs
better as he erects
architectural visions
before flying North to
the quiet village of
Little Kahnawake.