by Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk West Desk Window 7:40am

We saw The Moon at Dinner

full on Today’s Calendar

rising big and gold over The Atlantic —

My Husband says It’s boring

once It gets up there

and just stays —

but EYE know It doesn’t just stay —

that familiar and ancient disc of Human EYE-dent-ity

I saw It again —

this time over The Western Islands

in the pink of morning

when I pulled up The Shade