The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:39pm
I’m taking off
on My Knitting
under the instruction
of My Children’s Grandmother
I have perched My Fingers
on 2 gun-metal rockets, star pointed
providing novice support
for My Earliest Rows
of hot pink
garter stitch
The Hawk Kitchen 8:19pm
coagulating
filaments of sour cream
swirl in the round
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:00am
The Sea is NOT Silver
Today — can You believe it?
It is the colour of The Cloud —
laden sky — with the tapered end
of a fog bank to the East
rising up like an elongated
iceberg
in the middle
of My Glacial View
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:38pm
Astropithicus is a stately cat —
He sits, shoulders high
above the top step
of My Deck in the evening
overcast by motley clouds
His Blackness is distinct
His Low-lidded Eyes are green
& look straight at Me
through the sliding glass door
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:35am
The Silver Band of Ocean
barred by black cloud
illuminates the feathered white
above all
presenting The Glory
of The Day
at hand
The Hawk Kitchen 6:41pm
greasy frying pan
foaming with sparkling bubbles
Voila! Universe
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:30pm
I love My Kitchen Outpost
I can sit here as if
on a porch
surrounded on one side
by My Outdoor View
even if Its foggy
I can sit in My Purple Robe
in My Apple-green Chair
with a cat
on The Ottoman
& listen to a distant radio
drinking tea
& texting
The Hawk Kitchen 10:00am
Last Night I watched
A Crow sidling up
to some bread I had thrown
but before He got there
A Grackle came clucking around
& The Crow moved off
three steps back
to allow The Grackle
first peck
Joanna Gilman Hyde 