by Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk West Desk Window 6:18pm

Out My Eastward Kitchen View

I See The Moon, Almost Full

Completed By its Halo

Glowing Through The Deep Blue

Of Sky & Water

Out My West

I Catch The Berry Pink

Of One Side Of The Sunset

As I Write

Before Re-checking

My Lunar Scape

& Finding There

The Ocean

Set Apart

By Its Dark, Even Sheen