Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Tag: Barrington Passage

I WANT TO WRITE MY POEM NOW

The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:39pm

I saw the first of Falling Leaves

in Their spectacular redness

surrounding a mud puddle

in The Post Office Parking Lot

— One landed on My Wind Shield

and caught on a wiper

to lift Itself

to Me

THE OFFICE

Barrington Passage, NS 7:03pm

My Husband Has His Office

In The Heart Of Barrington Passage

Where We First Met —

He Changes Here

Into His Rowing Gear —

Dr Blair Rows A Dory

While His Wife

Walks The Seaside Trail

& Picks Out Diamonds

From The Soles Of Her Shoes

& Rainbows

From The Evening Sky

THE HAWK DESK WINDOW 5:00pm

Sobey’s Parking Lot

in Barrington Passage

has a yellow sign

with red letters afixed

to Its Central Cart Corral:

“In The Event of An Emergency

 Gather Here”

Twice Now I Have Thought

of Standing There

To Signify We Are

In The Social Emergency

of Our Existence:

We Should Be Gathering

Our Female 13-17 age group

Our Female 55-64 age group

Our Male 45-54 age group