The Hawk Outpost 5:40pm
The Swath of Blue is back
with The Lower Sun
against The Scrub Spruce
between Me and The Ocean —
I have one knee propped
to write out My Exclamation
of an evening in early fall
with steaks under sauce
ready to be broiled
& My Life Glass
ready to be refilled
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:25pm
I had a suburban upbringing
counteracted by summers
on a Wild Island
off the coast of Nova Scotia
I was a Nyack Public School Student
with paper route and good grades —
on The Island
I wore no clothes
and turned My White Bread Ass
Honey Brown
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:55pm
I cannot lay My Self down
upon My Tomato-coloured Couch
I cannot —
I must sit here & write
& let the Ativan do its trick
I will drink My Tea
& not think of the years
of wasting away in beds
on couches, brown, green
& white
The Hawk Outpost 9:10am
I Blink In All The Brilliant Light
Until My Lashes Gleam
Iridescence Calls Me In
Converging All I’ve Seen
Joanna Gilman Hyde 