by Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk Deck 8:02am

I slept last night

a proper eight hours

for the first time

since getting hit between the eyes

by The Divine Perfection

of My Double Rainbow

@ 6:00am on June 15th —

sublimity enabled Me to go

off that abject medication —

now My Existence

rings as True

as The Call of The Cow Bird

preening Himself

against My Car Mirror

as free as The Rooster’s Laugh

as assured as The Surge

of The Sea