by Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk Portico 3:40pm

Blanketed in Eliza’s cream-coloured Horse Throw

Mrs. Blair slouches slightly in Her Red Deck Chair

within the enclosure of Her Stoop

She wears a sun hat to protect a possible cancerous spot

on Her Right Cheek

She wears Her Serengetis

because The Sun is that bright

Her Daughter Eliza, driving Her 2000 Black Lincoln LS

pulls into the front yard announcing

“Mom, You look like an idiot.”

Then for something a little more descriptive:

“You look like a moth,

or someone Who’s trying to look like a moth –”

“A Lunar Moth?”