23 | January | 2015 | Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk Outpost 5:20pm

I am kneading in line

with The Low Line of Lichen

wrapped around Our Scraggly Apple

matching up with The Linear Extension of Scrub Spruce

against which The Apple’s Naked-tipped Tops

reach for The Sky’s Haze of Pink

I put My home made dough

to rise

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The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:22pm

I am The Sleep-deprived Princess

of My Own Regard

too tired to go to the store

for the makings of Beef Stroganoff

I will lounge on The Tomato-coloured Couch

in My Grey Sweats

& wait for Heaven

to call

The Hawk Dining Room 11:09am

I catch The Silver Glare

off The Ocean beyond

a neighbour’s shed

The Sky is paraded

by a scattering of cloud

I sit in The Light

to write of My Day

to tell The World

I Am Staking My Claim