AFTER RUDDER’S

by Joanna Gilman Hyde

Yarmouth, NS 8:30pm

I saw that institutional building

in the sunset haze

over Yarmouth Harbour

perhaps for the last time

— Oh how I can taste being entrenched there

“Patient X”

a basket case

“with delusional aspects”

Who wouldn’t eat

for years it seemed

yet turning out of Yarmouth

a pink ray fell upon My Page