The Hawk Beach 7:00pm
Beside My Lovely Guzzle
The Transparency of Flaming June
is complete —
finished in a two-day almost frenzy
& I am almost exhausted —
here for My Fortification
with The Waves @ My Sneakers
I have somewhere to go
while My Husband rows
His Dory
and We take a break
from discussions of
The Medical Cartel
The Hawk Deck 3:57pm
Once, on a Canadian Grey Hound
a man called schizophrenic
under a voice’s command
beheaded a fellow passenger —
was He on anti-psychotic drugs
only to be locked away forever
in a place for the criminally insane
and drugged and drugged
until He dies?
The Hawk Beach 8:11pm
There were three loose dogs
on The Hawk Beach tonight
so I turned South West
toward The Drowned Forest —
The Tide was out revealing
an extended array of ancient stumps
haggled in rock weed
twisted roots of prehistoric origin
continuing their grope through a sandy bog bed —
I came past the mysterious line
of purposely positioned stalks
to where an outcropping
of larger mangled trunks mingled
with the off-shore boulders
and I sat upon a square white rock
to write as The Sun went down
behind
The Hawk Deck 10:10am
I have said Good-bye
to My Darling Cow Bird
Whose love affair with My Car Mirror
is gone
He bowed off with another
female two weeks ago —
I have said Hello
to My Husband
and will be hanging The Bedding
in Our Hot Sun
I will be playing
The Cow Bird’s Song
on an internet recording
for The Arrival
of My Children
one week
tomorrow
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 4:57pm
I saw a yellow-tipped moth today
out on the deck
next to one of My Red Deck Chairs
He looked like an autumn leaf.
Later I saw the same shaped moth
on a chair of black —
the yellow was gone.
Could He have changed?
The Hawk Beach 2:45pm
I have walked The High Tide Line
to The Restoration of My Reason
and so have reached The Guzzle
a rivulet of blue and aqua
flowing into The Atlantic Waves —
I have satisfied God’s demands
to feel the need
of living and so
I sit with a flock of gulls
adjacent to The Supreme Essence
of Peace I have become
The Hawk Beach NOON
I threw away a fantasy rock
into the depths of the bamboo hedge
never to be found
despite rubber gloves
rubber boots
and heavy brown pants
I may never wear again
instead
I walked to The Hawk Beach
and setting foot
on the ledge of piled stones
I found three great ones —
a double-lined, a single-lined
and an oblong grey
side-swiped with white
to put at My Front Step
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 4:26pm
My Computerized-tinted Pallette
for The Inspiration
of Flaming June’s Dress
is made up of flaming orange “Zambia”
darker “Darling”
yellow “Evening Star”
“Wild Flower Bouquet” — pink
“Liliana” — aqua marine
sample can of “Hyper”
& down in the cellar
“Banana Daiquiri” from Our En-suite Bath
“Sea Spa” — never-used trim colour
& an old gallon of white semi-gloss —
if M(eye) Transparency is not
see-through enough
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:15pm
I think I fatally injured
an innocent spider
down in the cellar
cleaning out the kitty box —
did I sweep Him too hard
with the broom?
I think I may have stepped on Him
as He crumpled up and then lay flat
moving only briefly
before I put Him in My Palm
and emptied Him
into the trash
Joanna Gilman Hyde 