The Hawk Deck 6:42pm
What is It that makes A Poem?
Is It the induction of waves
louder now than usual —
or is It a lost conversation
with a Siamese cat named Moulan
(Who seemed to be listening too)
or is It a reminder
when eating canned peaches
that I made a giant sculpture once
“Peaches & Blades”
going floor to ceiling
filling the lobby of Cooper Union’s 4th floor?
Is this A Poem?
The Hawk Living Room 4:35pm
I wrote a poem
in the 3rd grade
inspired by the movie
“Ring Of Bright Water”
which was the only movie
I had seen besides
“The Sound Of Music”
— The Poem hasn’t survived
but I remember being captivated
by The Sparkles In The Sun
to write My Last Line:
“for the beautiful scene had just begun”
The Tomato-coloured Couch 10:04am
My Husband feeds The Cats
— We have six —
& I clean out The Kitty Litter
every morning
while The Coffee’s on
I pan for Gold
in The Basement
& when I’m done
I play Aquarius
in My Nude Night Gown
emptying the dehumidifier
so Hunter’s 350 Folio Books
don’t get musty
Joanna Gilman Hyde 