Grief
My !3! Children
R as strong & beautiful
as the flock of Herons
EYE just witnessed landing
on the heights of My Scrub Spruce
horizon
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My !3! Children
R as strong & beautiful
as the flock of Herons
EYE just witnessed landing
on the heights of My Scrub Spruce
horizon
The Return of The Cow Bird
alerted Me to My #1 Sense
as Eye hesitated to sweep
the puddle of this morning’s rain
off my Front Yard Canvas
Eye contemplated the water spot
and heard, with My Very Own Ears,
that favourite sound of liquid drop
and up I looked
And There He Was!!
On the mirror
of My Still New Chrysler 200 LX
Gully The 3rd is trained
to speak His Mind:
He says “breakfast”
for a piece
of cheese or bacon
& Eye can see
His Thinking
in His Eyes
20 years ago She was His Patient
when She had an affair
with Dr Blair —
then She lived with Him
for 5 years
then They got married
for 14
and Divorced
to find both in separate places:
Hers on The Hawk
His to South Side
where They meet along the wide-open beaches
connecting
just to drive each other crazy
Cat silhouetted
against the dawn screened in flat
against the bird song
My Divorcing Husband
has allowed Me to become
The Social Outcast
Who walks My expansive beach alone
Who sleeps with
The Virginal Banana
Who reads Her Verse
dressed like a vamp
while He refuses to ask
“How did it go?”
Rivulets of Dawn
drip, run along My Canvas
of morning sky, song
Eye can have My Church
here, hear upon The Beach
I can walk, wake with The Birds
in the social structure of solitude
in the company of Life
Eye can shine with The New Sun
Eye went to sleep
with the sound of peepers
and when I woke
the morning’s keepers
sweetly tweeted through
the fog —
For All Existance
Eye Thanked God
Sun-meshed horizon
colouring clouds, Eye can hear
M(eye) morning bird song
Joanna Gilman Hyde 