Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk West Desk Window 8:15am

Nobody knew how much

I longed for Those Pet Store Love Birds

except My Mother

as I begged Her to buy Them

for forty dollars in 1970

I had My Heart Set On Them:

all She said was

What If One of Them Dies?

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8:35am

Two Years Ago We Awoke

to Our First Morning Here On The Hawk

It seems so long ago

I can’t remember:

was it The Still, Glittering Day

We are having Now

with Our First Cup of Coffee in Bed

& Our Second on The Deck?

Or was I frantically unpacking?

I can’t remember