The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:50pm
My Body is My Universe
have I said this somewhere else —
outside of My Self?
My Body is all I know
for sure
of My Existence
exposed & exposing
galactic patterns on My Limbs
My Torso
My Intelligent Cells
work wonders of upkeep
circulating
even when I sleep
The Hawk Portico 4:08pm
How many dead souls
can be attached to one
Butterfly?
No one near to Me has died
recently
yet there before My Stoop
flitted One for the taking
like The Birds
Who go unadorned
with such heraldry
The Hawk Portico 2:15pm
It’s My Job
to write about The Sinuosity
of My Neighbour’s Flag
momentarily out straight
It undulates in what wind
We have —
hypnotic in Its Red Swaths
Its Red Maple Leaf luffing
indelibly against The Forever
Blue Sea
Joanna Gilman Hyde 