by Joanna Gilman Hyde

Eliza’s Room 7:30am

The Waves are subtle

from Eliza’s Room —

even the birds seem quiet

and I didn’t hear the crowing

of a neighbouring rooster

I saw yesterday

on My Way to The Guzzle —

I saw Him with His fine teal tail

and about four red hens

the next road over

from where I could see

the back of My House

and the new window

for where I sleep