THE HAWK
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
The Hawk Portico 5:00pm
My House faces South
here on The Hawk —
a spit of built-up sand
growing only scrub spruce
& beach dunes
— grass does grow in My Yard
except for a barren spot
where We can park —
but yes, This Is Where
I have found such joy
in the sounds of The Birds
& The Waves — Waves
all the way around —
I hear Them to My Right Today
as I gaze to the blue horizon
to My Left