Joanna Gilman Hyde

In the darkness of my room

Eye gleaned a speck of light

at the foot of my bed.

My Can Painting!

“M(eye) B-day Present

2 M(eye) S-E-L-F”

The speck grew as dawn came

into a constellation of three stars

and gradually revealed its configuration

of dripping paint

gleaming whiteness

and sparkling its flattened 7-up can

and shards of broken wine glass

given to me by a friend.