The Hawk Deck 4:56pm
That beautiful rose light
is hovering over the ocean
I am waiting for The Moon
to rise —
M(EYE) Tree is up
— yet to be trimmed —
in honour of My Mother’s
Birthday, which
once every seven years or so
coincides
with American Thanksgiving
The Hawk Family Room 7:30pm
“You can write poetry out of anything”
I glibly stated to a friend
who had taken Me out for a late birthday lunch —
Well Watch This — You Can’t–
take watching digital rain on Family Room window screens
& link it, somehow,
to My Hallmark Daughter
not giving Me a birthday card
then surprising Me with one
for Mother’s Day
Joanna Gilman Hyde 