The Hawk Kitchen 10:06pm
I am being called upon
to look at The Sky
The Wallowing Clouds
with few breaks of Light
And Now, as I look up from My Writing —
another passage of sleety snow
This Is My World
I Drink My Second Coffee
Beside The First Snow
The Hawk Hallway 7:50pm
Is That Child Gone?
The One Who Sat Cross-legged
in Her Kindergarten’s Hallway
unwindowed
practising for a bombing
with Her Head in Her lap?
–
Is She Gone Now, Married
to Her Second Husband, Her Well-loved Doctor
with The Assault on Her Marriage
of A Second Doctor
She feels forced to turn to for eternal preparedness
Practice?
The Hawk Kitchen 5:55pm
I stirred The Cinnamon
into My Eggnog
& even though I don’t celebrate
Christmas
I saw The Stars churning
off The Galaxy Edges
I felt The Funnel of Hope
invigorate
My Despondency
I drank The Drink
of My New Declaration:
The Minds of Men, Women & Children
The World Over
will succeed
in leading us away
from Dystopia
The Hawk Kitchen 2:22pm
INTRODUCING NEW
DISCIPLINE FOR HUNGRY FAITH:
OLD BREAD FED TO CROWS
