The Hawk Deck 9:38am
The World Is Waiting
The Guns Have Been Silenced
I Will Come Forward
With A Primitive Call
To Hands, Arms Extended
— The Reconstruction —
Waiting In Our Laps
Our Greatest Power
The Hawk Kitchen 6:30pm
Scarlet Scarlet Berries
outside My back kitchen door
hit with evening sun
comfort Me as I devour
My Daughter’s Pumpkin Pudding —
My beloved Astro caught A Little Bird
thanks to Me
tossing out a banana peel
along the backyard hedge
even after I asked My Self
If All Those Little Birds
could be gone
The Hawk West Desk Window 1:38pm
Today I counted and weighed
My Volumes Of Writing —
38 Journals and My 364-page Typed Manuscript
weighing in on the bathroom scale
at 39 pounds
counting Birk’s largest bag
in-which They are contained
valuable to Me
nearly indecipherable to anyone
other than Me
& ready to hit the auction block
when I die
PS
In the meantime
I have put a pillow
on top
for a cat bed
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:22pm
I have saved every Dozen Roses
of Eliza’s
hung upside down
& dried out
in vases, arranged
two dozen still hanging
from Me, old boyfriends
one treasured young man
staged in My Kitchen
doubled dozen in cut glass
petals laying themselves out
on table tops
falling to the floor
scattered up the stairs
crunching in Her Bed Room
all their colours subtly muted
drying into generic mauve
as they lose their moisture
their scent
taking on the scent of age
of years
The Hawk West Desk Window 10:44am
I pulled up The Evening Blind
on Today’s Morning
on A Big White Truck
passing Our Living Room Window
showing Me I am On Track
I will not lie in bed
I will row on My Rowing Machine
take A Shower
and make Eggplant Parmesan
The Hawk Dining Room 1:05
The Fog Clouds are shifting rapidly Right to Left
South To North
as I look out My Dining Room Window
determined to capture Their Silver Evocation
of the higher clouds
to capture Them
speeding away from the upper, more stationary
grey silhouettes
of backlit Silver
The Lower Fog Clouds are moving in streaks today
rather than the bulbous blotches
of yesterday
as I look They’re getting thinner, thinner
revealing more & more Silver cloud behind
Oh there They go!
and there They’ve left the magnificent skyscape
brimming with molten undulations
of My Precious Metal
The Hawk Portico 3:15pm
I can hear The Waves
in one direction
& watch Them in another
The Fog Clouds dissipate
underneath a patterned sky
& I am momentarily in The sun
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:13pm
On My only trip to The Poconos
I accompanied A Non-descript Man
to some friends of His —
A Husband and His Pregnant Wife —
I went swimming off a dock
in My royal blue bathing suit
& drove back to New York City
in the night with The Wife
and My Date in the back
and Me
in the front passenger seat
My Knee surreptitiously laid
against the gear shift
against The Husband’s fist
and sometimes open hand
