STAR POWER
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
The Hawk West Desk Window 9:34pm
Everyone was once A Molten Star
far away from Everything, but part
of A Churning Galaxy with Its Own Identity
A Uniqueness cast into Our Humanness
and when We Die, We Return
to The Eternal Cycle
and burn
Joanna Gilman Hyde 
That reminds me. Must finish the Christmas present list. Oh, and the food shopping. And the cards.
Don’t forget the expiration of all worldly religions while your at it.
RELIGION
Buildings
Are not easy to access
Without doors
But once entered
The doors
Are of small import
Help! Where are the Emergency Exits?!
Don’t let’s overtax our metaphors here. or we’ll find ourselves in hot water. 🙂
Speaking of metaphors, I had a dream when I went back to sleep this morning, of spilling a pan of diluted meat drippings — a clear reddish liquid — which engulfed the whole unknown kitchen floor — I was systematically trying to clean it up with one mop, and in the process had to rescue a piece of artwork which You, Ben, had sent to Me: an old Picasso-esque collage of mostly off-white scraps of paper on an olive-green backing (which was coming off) incorporating a little (like four inches long) 3-dimensional triangular guitar — white with silver strings.
If you are dreaming about me I am not sure whether I am flattered or slightly alarmed. 😀 😀
Oh, I told My Husband I thought you would be flattered, of course.