Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk Kitchen 4:47pm

The Sky around here

is so dramatic:

The Heavy Greys

of low-lying Clouds

move across The View

out My Sliding Glass Doors

with The Sun hitting Their Layers

— The Clouds, not The Doors —

while I sit on A Cat’s Ottoman

in My Pretty But Humble

Kitchen

watching

A Gull pass over

illuminated in Silver