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The Hawk West Desk Window 4:11pm
ICONIC POWER:
WESTERN FEMININE APPEAL
COLLIDES WITH ISLAM
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The Hawk West Desk Window 4:11pm
ICONIC POWER:
WESTERN FEMININE APPEAL
COLLIDES WITH ISLAM
The Hawk Window Seat 10:44am
Today I stuck My Head out
the sliding glass door
of My Kitchen
to hear The Chorus
of clamouring Jays
ushering in
The Promise
of a New Spring
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:28pm
The Evening Clouds
Are Heavy Silver
— everything comes to silver —
Moving From The Still-luminous West
Overhead As I Sit On The End
Of My Tomato-Coloured Couch
Savouring The Portrait
I Am Making
Of My Sky
The Hawk Kitchen 4:45pm
It’s a watery sky
over the cold-looking ocean
with one house
down on the shore
lit up for Christmas
The Hawk Bedroom 3:20pm
I See The Light
Glinting Off
That Christmas Ocean
Silver In Its Force
Radiating Through Our Southern Window
Blanketing The Bed
Of My Sleeping Husband
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:50pm
I am The Intellectual
sitting cross-legged on My Tomato-coloured Couch
drinking lemon-flavoured seltzer
from My Life Message Glass
–
I gaze from My Central Candle
to The Winter Window
& wonder when My “Good Morning, World!”
will enter every household
The Hawk West Desk Window 9:34pm
Everyone was once A Molten Star
far away from Everything, but part
of A Churning Galaxy with Its Own Identity
A Uniqueness cast into Our Humanness
and when We Die, We Return
to The Eternal Cycle
and burn
The Hawk West Desk Window 1:40pm
This Body, dressed in space-spattered silk
is destined to be Something
Big in This Universe
This Body Is Being Saved
for The Voyage of An Eternal Lifetime
bound by One Other: Star Man
Who Heeds The Call
of Other Worlds
where Time Travel
means growing
superficially younger
& where Gardens of Eden
Come Ten To A Block
The Hawk Living Room 9:22pm
I have an Alien growing
inside Me — He’s attached
to My Left Lower Ribs somewhere
I feel Him vibrate & tumble
when I sit at a desk
or even in a chair
talking to a friend — no
I have never felt Him
in Other People’s Presence
He is with Me when I am
alone
Joanna Gilman Hyde 