Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk Outpost 8:46am

I see The Sun, Silver

on My Ocean

with electric lines

down by the shore

looking like spider threads

laden with morning dew

The Hawk Outpost 7:58am

I see The Sun

breathing in and out

behind the fog

obscuring the ocean

dampening the foliage

planting its dew

upon My Grass