Morning Window
My watery moon:
Halo of condensation
seeps through my dawning
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My watery moon:
Halo of condensation
seeps through my dawning
Sound-susceptible:
know nothing about music
but know what Eye like
Eye lay on the beach sand
alone on My Aqua Towel
face down to hear the waves
with The Sun on My Back
and re-named My Painting
“Iridescence”
to
“Nova Scotia”
Gully The 3rd is trained
2 speak His Mind:
He says “breakfast”
for a piece
of cheese or bacon
& Eye can see
His Thinking
in His Eyes
What’s it worth
to fuck Dr Blair
on the beach —
I am too good for that
and He has another
girlfriend anyway —
so why would Eye want
to get My Crack
full of sand?
This is My Nova Scotia Now —
with purple sheets and blanket
luffing on the line
I sit out on My Deck to watch
the yellow of new bamboo
along My Hedge
to bet I can no more
put up with the giving of My Self
The Shower of Silver Lights
is My Ultimate Protection —
no one can touch Me
in the wrong place
because My Shimmering Spears
are lethal
and I finally know
how to wield Them
An Awning We will erect
on the facade of the UFO Museum
in Shag Harbour, Nova Scotia
to exhibit The Model of Self Organizing Galaxy
unfurled, to Dawn upon The World
as the only surviving Artefact
of The Artwork which Spawned
9/11
20 years ago She was His Patient
when She had an affair
with Dr Blair —
then She lived with Him
for 5 years
then They got married
for 14
and Divorced
to find both in separate places:
Hers on The Hawk
His to South Side
where They meet along the wide-open beaches
connecting
just to drive each other crazy
Today Eye ate a Star —
It came from the beach
on My Fingers as I pulled back
My Drying Hair —
I gritted It with My Teeth
and Oh what mineral sustenance
It did provide
Joanna Gilman Hyde 