WINTER WALK
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:58pm
With the last of the lobster quiche
in Me
I muffled My Self
against the beach
to walk My Self
to The Guzzle —
when last I’d sat
upon its barnacled rock
the spread of surging flow
was at My Feet —
today that seat
marked The Guzzle Switch
unreachable
to the other side
Joanna Gilman Hyde 
Love the use of words and your muffled self! Sounds cold.
Thank you for your comment and for reading my poetry. It was a wonderful walk to The Guzzle!