THE HAWK LIVING ROOM 5:20pm
Bubbles are in My Beer
& Time is A Construct
of The Human Mind
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“I Heard A Bird Fly,”
declared an astonished visitor
to My Mother’s Island House
when I was eleven years old.
–
July 23rd 2012
I Live In The Land of Spirituality–
if I lie in My Bed
on the verge of depression
I am in Error
for I am eternally, rightfully happy
on My Deck or Portico
with Hunter and Eliza and The Cats
and The Birds.
I spied a pregnant woman
out behind Dr Blair’s office–
I was in My Car
in The Shade
an hour from My Pregnancy Test
which was negative
–
Dressed in Black & Red
She Shaded Her Eyes
& looked up at The Elm
where I married Dr Blair
in a ceremony
I care not to remember:
My Father
assigned to “give Me away”
called up the apartment stairs
for Me to hurry
and reluctantly doled out punch
while I sat
beside My Cake
Mrs Blair eats
Her rib-splitting bowl of spaghetti
while awaiting the return
of Dr Blair
and imagines Her Self
attending The Outdoor Concert
of all women singers
in Lockeport, Nova Scotia
next weekend
A Canadian Maple Leaf
is A Star
RED STAR
undulating
Above The Blue Horizon
Sitting on My Deck
In My Red Deck Chair
I Have The Sheets on The Line
& The World in My Lap
I Can Hear The Surf
& See The Blue Horizon
Hazed Over
Like My Open Globe
My Graffiti Years
may have begun
when I was a hospital patient
supposedly recovering at home
while My Father visited
& drove Me scheming
to emblazon each of The Town’s public mirrors
with one Gold Emblem
each with the word “God” inscribed
to describe the reflected viewer
Maybe I Should I Have Used Silver Stickers?
Joanna Gilman Hyde 