by Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk Queen Bed 9:34pm

Eliza sat out on My Deck

at the glass topped table with Her Music

weighed down by a fossilized snail from B. C.

Her Back was to My Sliding Glass Doors

She played Her Guitar

with Her Very Blond Hair

waving slightly

in the evening air

She didn’t want Me with Her

She said She couldn’t concentrate

and so I looked through

from The Kitchen

at Her Cable Knit Sweater

and tree-planting shoulders arched

over the musical instrument

I bought for Her 13th Birthday