The Hawk Corner Room 5:00pm
I Own The Perfect View:
180 Degrees, Panoramic
Lined With Ocean & Treetops & Sky
Rocky Shore, Extension of Rolling Surf —
It Is My Haven, My Refuge
I Can Sit Before My Aerial View
For Hours
& Not Wish I Were Anywhere Else
The Hawk Corner Room 11:34am
Today I Saw The Thinnest Line of Birds
Flying North
I Watched Them ‘Till They Vanished
And Lateral Clouds With Single Gulls
Took Over
The Hawk Corner Room 6:30pm
“That’s Doctor Blair’s Wife —
were You here when She had the affair
& He got suspended — a whole year —
& She stayed in Shelburne for the beginning
but then They lived in His House
in Barrington
’till it was over — the suspension — They got married
and He got suspended again for six months
& They moved to Her House in Shelburne
for a few years — but She did have
some mental problems
so They bought Joey Atwood’s House
on The Hawk
& She’s been fine”
The Hawk Corner Room 9:26am
I See The Thinnest of A Silver Line
Along The Piece of Horizon Facing Me
Cloud Banks Are In Linear Formation
Above The Silver
The Ocean
Is A Grey Foundation:
My Foothold To The Structure of The Sky
The Hawk West Desk Window 9:44pm
My Third Grade Class Trip
to The Statue of Liberty
involved climbing the interior
circular staircases
up to Her Crown
— or was it Her Arm?
seeing Humans below
looking like ants
as I wrote the next day
from My Changed Perspective
and did I write
that Miss Robley
gave Me a dime
to buy An Orange Popsicle?
The Hawk Corner Room 5:12pm
I have given up
on Black & Purple
— That Lethal Combination —
even when My Black Cat sits
beside a pair of Purple
UGG Boots by The Kitchen Door
I think of My Art School Satin Lips
& Black Fuzzy Bed
of Purple Phalli
I am no longer interested
in The Symbolism of The Night
of hidden passions
under cover of Darkness
I am in The Sedate
Components
of The Spectrum
Highway 103 5:22pm
Sometime In The 90’s
My Father Bought Me
A $10.00 Knitted Dress
Somewhere In Connecticut
But It Fell Apart
Before I Got To Vermont
–
Highway 3, Barrington 6:03pm
20 Years Is As Long
As Some Prison Terms
& I Have Been Imprisoned
That Long
By My Divine Quest
Yet To Be Undone
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:48pm
My Preciousness I will dress for You
in White & Silver
to meet You at The Pearly Gates
with a bouquet of Almond Roses
I will take Your Right Hand with My Left
as I have longed to for these back-to-back decades
I will be in Contrast to Your Blackness
to Your Latency
I will provide The Opposition
for Our Reconciliation painted Grey
The Hawk Portico 3:40pm
Blanketed in Eliza’s cream-coloured Horse Throw
Mrs. Blair slouches slightly in Her Red Deck Chair
within the enclosure of Her Stoop
She wears a sun hat to protect a possible cancerous spot
on Her Right Cheek
She wears Her Serengetis
because The Sun is that bright
Her Daughter Eliza, driving Her 2000 Black Lincoln LS
pulls into the front yard announcing
“Mom, You look like an idiot.”
Then for something a little more descriptive:
“You look like a moth,
or someone Who’s trying to look like a moth –”
“A Lunar Moth?”
Joanna Gilman Hyde 