OH THOSE DIAGONAL RAYS!
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
The Hawk Dining Room 9:30am
The Sky separates
Its Self
at My Horizon Line —
raining wisps of snow
along Its downward edge
— sun breaks through
of course —
to drench the sea
in My Usual
Silver
The Hawk Dining Room 9:30am
The Sky separates
Its Self
at My Horizon Line —
raining wisps of snow
along Its downward edge
— sun breaks through
of course —
to drench the sea
in My Usual
Silver
