The Hawk Dining Room 7:28pm
The Moon rose at supper
like a humanoid zygote
passing first through a layer of peach —
as the peach got pinker and pinker
The Moon got higher and higher —
Its fullness minus a day
glowed Its luminous face
to the solid bank of ocean
and to The Earthlings at Their Window
The Hawk Deck 9:03am
This has been The Place
of My Full Recovery
from My Mother’s Death
of more than Twenty Years
This is The Place of My Happiness and Joy
with Molten Silver on The Sea
Bird Life, Cat Life
My Life and My Husband’s
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The Hawk Living Room Window 4:43pm
My Serenity Level
cannot be measured
there is no equipment
like The Blood Sugar Thing
there is only The Sun
streaming in over Me
as I sit on the end
of The Tomato-coloured Couch
with The Window open
airing in The Waves
from The Southern Tip
of The Hawk
Joanna Gilman Hyde 