by Joanna Gilman Hyde

X — Miss Morning, The Hawk Guzzle 11:57am

EYE have walked to the ends

of The Earth —

well Canada anyway —

& found not

a pot of gold but

that of Silver & Coal —

Coal Black like

My Onyx Pen —

My Black Jesus underwear

My Painting on My Basement Floor

& The Flock of Crows

accompanying Me

along The Beach

where there’s a rock

I was intending to sit on

but the sand has shifted

so now The Guzzle

surrounds My Seat

& I can only look

at Its barnacles to get

My Bearings

& return along the liquid silver

of the waves