The Hawk West Desk Window 9:43pm
I lament the drawing
of the shade
upon The End Of Our Day
heralded by The Crescent Moon
and adjacent planet
accenting the twilight
of Sunset
seeping into the darkening
ridges of islands
and outer water ways
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:38pm
The Sun-slash across
My Couch is calling Me
to sit in Its Tomato-coloured Shaft
to contemplate My Premises
— My Place In This House —
as The Slant moves along
below a sky light
in the cathedral ceiling
momentarily illuminating My Book
infusing The Book Mark Sash
with a glitter of brighter crimson:
I Am Internal To This Domain
The Hawk Outpost 9:48am
There Was A Title
On My Mother’s Shelves:
Munching On Existence*
I Bite My Apple
As I Look Out
Favouring No Resistance
*Robert A. Raines
Joanna Gilman Hyde 