THE GATHERING

by joannagilmanhyde

The Hawk Kitchen 10:33am

EYE will venture out

into The Cold Dark Woods

behind My Obstructive House

I will wear My Rubber Boots

& seek The Tree

of My Dreams:

an old dead branch

with Spanish Moss

& maybe bugs

I will saw it down

with My New Bow Saw

from Wilson’s

I will drag it in

to turn erect

in Hunter’s TV room

secured inside

a circular well

of the heaviest

Silver