by Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk Corner Room 7:28am

As I drink My Coffee decked

in My New Hammacher Schlemmer

Monogrammed Turkish Robe

before The Sun comes up

The Window is open to The Surf

I can hear The Rooster

again, as I heard Him

during Those Heady Days

when I first made My Escape

from that chemical prison

of 23 years

— only now My Husband wonders

if there might not be

2 or 3 Roosters?

and He briefly brought His Electric Shaver in

to The Corner Room

to comment on The Sky