The Head of Hawk Point Road 3:22pm
I have been chasing
down The Sky
along Hawk Point Road
I saw It fall
to The Ocean
in snowy squalls
I got back in My Car
& drove to The Head
where sun rays burst through
above a frayed Canadian Flag
blowing over a contemporary
grave yard
The Hawk Window Seat 10:30am
A fine head of Silver Hair
graces the brow
of My Husband —
He dresses in Jeans
for Casual Friday
while I fix
His Silver Cat Pendent
around His Neck
I fix His Plain Oatmeal
instant with raisins
& cinnamon
while He sits
before His Computer
reading of worldly events
at quarter to eleven
He rises to put on His Shoes
black Eccos from over six years ago
& gets His Coat —
a leather jacket made in China
from over twenty
He kisses Me at the door
before He drives away
in His black 2000 Lincoln LS
to His Office in Barrington
where He attends
over fifty people
a day
Who Love Him
Joanna Gilman Hyde 