The Hawk West Desk Window 10:44pm
The First Dying Rose
Taken From Eliza’s Bedroom Bouquet —
petals too limp to dry —
Its Russet Pink Still Enthralling —
Stands Upright In My Bathroom
waste basket
The Hawk Kitchen 4:50pm
This Evening I See
The Blush Of A New Day
To The North —
To The East A Front
Of Cloud
Is Moving Off
Out Over The Ocean
While My Stance
At My Sliding Glass Door
Ushers In
The Hope Of A Vacant Sky
To The West
The Hawk West Desk Window 1:22pm
He can’t feed Himself
anymore
The Nurses have to spoon-feed
His Soft-food Diet
and water or apple juice
with a thickening agent
and change His Diaper
The Doctor says:
“There’s nothing We can do now
but make Him
comfortable”
The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:22pm
Tonight I stood before
that incorrect microwave clock
to watch it turn from 10:20
to 10:22
& saw My Reflection
with hands clasped
in that deceitful pose
photographed on A Child’s Christmas Morning
when I stood before
a brand new blond dolly
I didn’t like
The Hawk Living Room 2:25pm
I hit the walls
square on
big bright screens
held Me, emblazoned
into the next century
and the next
on into the glorious replay
of The Shower Of Silver Lights
immortalized
The Hawk Kitchen 11:46pm
Married Correctly
Twice, But In Love With A Man
Of My Carnal Mind
November 28th The Hawk West Desk Window 2:34pm
Black Jesus, He a’Comin’
He gonna melt all dat snow
off dis Big Fat Snow Job
He gonna come outta hidin’
throw You a fast ball
He workin’ dis X Miss
He gotta girl fren
She be Him sometime
Dey works si’ by si’
Dey in love
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:25pm
I saw another White Truck
pass along the bottom line
of window moulding
looking like a child’s toy
pushed along a horizontal track
crib-side like an abacus
The Hawk West Desk Window 9:34pm
Everyone was once A Molten Star
far away from Everything, but part
of A Churning Galaxy with Its Own Identity
A Uniqueness cast into Our Humanness
and when We Die, We Return
to The Eternal Cycle
and burn
Joanna Gilman Hyde 