The Hawk West Desk Window 10:00pm
I believe I will live
to tell the story of My Death
& not the murky recitation
of past relatives
& misty shores
I will live to tell
of nightly dreams
coalescing
into daily performance
the history of which
enshrouded
by My Veil
of Truth
will come to My Listeners
as no surprise
The Hawk Deck 12:40pm
I have been called to write
by the high urgency
of The Willet
here in My Sanctuary
The Call of The Wild
alerts Me to The Strife
of Humanity
I know exists
but from which
I am graciously
exiled
The Hawk Family Room 7:30pm
“You can write poetry out of anything”
I glibly stated to a friend
who had taken Me out for a late birthday lunch —
Well Watch This — You Can’t–
take watching digital rain on Family Room window screens
& link it, somehow,
to My Hallmark Daughter
not giving Me a birthday card
then surprising Me with one
for Mother’s Day
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:45pm
Look Out Children
‘cuz here I come
to colour Your World
in Pink & Gold
from Horizon to Horizon
I’m here to show You
True Blue
the ancient cauldrons
of desire
for leadership
of decades
aeons
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:35pm
In the privacy of My Living Room
I summoned in My Favourite Song
standing below the skylights
I held My Arms up
& out to the sides
I elevated My Hands
reaching
a higher pitch
The Song flowed through Me
& I Was It
I Was It
JB’s Barrington Passage 2:11pm
I saw A Star Man
in My Beer
DNE (singularity)
on a license plate
& My Girlfriend gave Me
magic earrings
for the day I was born
here I am looking
to the foggy Causeway Beach
ready for the all-clear
Joanna Gilman Hyde 