The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:15pm
Dr Blair’s Wife dressed in grey slacks
dark grey sweater with gold zipper
rings upon Her Fingers
LL Bean upon Her Toes
drove Her nearly new Ford Fusion
to The Little Coastal Store
on Cape Island
to buy six packs of cat treats
for seven cats
two pork chops
two lesser cuts of red meat
to listen to Fatboy Slim’s
on the way
Home
The Hawk Living Room 1:53pm
Dressed in My Robe
of Luminous Silver
with My Little Raspberry Slippers
I am The Lady Of Immense Leisure
and This High Living Room
where I reside in The Sun
is My New Rooftop
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:50pm
I’m having a flash-back
back to when I was in
My Mother’s Womb — I knew then
I’d be a stocky blond
in red sneakers & a white gym suit
on The Roof of # 5 World Trade Center
& grow up to marry well
twice-over —
I knew then I would harbour
within the duration of My Existence
a pulling enticement
which when met
would give birth
to the ultimate contraction
between
young & old
&
I would live & die
in
one
moment
The Hawk Kitchen 2:59pm
an immobilized fly
knows no secrets
adhering, somehow, to the outside
of My Living Room Window
— I thought He was a spy —
when I wanted to write
“What Do I Most
Want To Say –“
and for Whom?
“For My Self”
— I saw He had died —
January 30th The Hawk Window Seat 5:56pm
From My Bedroom Window
The Sky View to The North West
affords, at nightfall,
a scape of salmon-coloured clouds
low to The Cape
glowing above the stalky spruce
with The Cape Light shining
flashing, emitted
from The Luminous South
January 30th The Hawk TV Room 4:30pm
The Space between My Ex Husband’s favourite shed
& a distant house
lays out the edge of Sky meeting Cape
with grey fuzziness of flurries
from a low lying bank of cloud
soaking into gold
against the dark swath
of dimming shore line
January 30th The Hawk Kitchen 2:30pm
I have seen The Hawk
again —
have I written of Him before?
flying in His full stateliness
outside My Kitchen Window
from The Scrub Spruce down
to The Shore
and back
again
January 30th, The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:28pm
I Am A Woman
For Whom Future Is Now, Now
Past Now Is Now Dredged
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:25pm
How Many People
Hear The Twenty-two-second
Fog Horn Interval?
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:25pm
How Many People
Get To Sleep Under The Flash
Of A Lighthouse Near?
Joanna Gilman Hyde 