Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk West Desk Window 7:12pm

I painted once

a watercolour sunset

& wrote on the back

“This could be a cover

for The New Yorker”

I gave it to My First Husband

Who put it in His Parents’ attic

Yet tonight I saw My Painting

in real life

out My West Desk Window

in the sky beyond The Cape

edged below by the silhouetted dunes

bathed above by the astonishing pink

I had tried to capture