Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

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9/11

The Hawk West Desk Window 4:11pm

ICONIC POWER:

WESTERN FEMININE APPEAL

COLLIDES WITH ISLAM

QUARTERED

The Hawk West Desk Window 11:45am

My Children live

in temporary housing:

Peak’s is an 8′ x 12′ cubicle

in a modular unit

furnished by Cenovus

in Alberta —

Eliza’s is a room in the basement

of a house owned by a single mother

5 minutes away from Acadia University

These are the rooms

meant for not much more than laying down One’s Head —

the private enclaves of worker and student —

These are the habitats of youth

on the move

on Their Way to achieving

some semblance of

permanance

PLEDGE OF ALLEGIANCE

The Hawk Kitchen 5:00pm

I Pledge Allegiance

To One Fat Cloud

Watched Out My Kitchen Window

Until It Shrinks From A Golden Swath

Into A Fluff Of Grey

and I lose it

PROMPT

The Hawk Window Seat 3:55pm

Silver-edged clouds sway

parting light to drowsy nap:

“Get Up, Make Some Tea!”

DARK HAWK

The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:22pm

saw Dark Hawk in flight

against My Turbulent Sky:

Survival Power

FOR JACQUELINE RACE-RETFALVI

The Hawk Queen Bed 1:22pm

Trying to take a nap

with one Ativan

& My Doctor/Husband beside Me

I am in My Underwear

with snow squalls out Our window

— I don’t have My Glasses on —

everything’s all a blurb

A DAY IN EARLY SPRING

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22am

The Day Looks Much Like

A Day In Early Spring:

Snow Banks Lined With Slush

Over Ground Sodden

Beneath The Blowing Fog

Of Yester-year

VENISON VIEW*

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:55pm

Deer Trio Out Back

Stealthily Graze Well-marked Path

I Join Transfixed Cats

*title by WHB

DUALITY

The Hawk Window Seat 3:55pm

I have My Sunglasses on

to view the two different states

of water out My Bedroom Window:

The Hawk Inlet

— inner side of The Cape’s strip of sand and dune —

is a calm sheen this afternoon

while out beyond the ocean roils

and that is what I hear

amidst The Sun’s Power

over Both

LUNCH ON THE HAWK

The Hawk Portico Steps 1:38pm

Today I eat My Home Made Toast

out by a fading snow drift

I listen to the familiar surf

out past the thawing Cape

The Single Call of a nearby Crow

invites Me to This Feast

of My Outside Hour:

I Drink