The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:11pm
When I was in Grade Five
at The Sandy Point Consolidated School
there was A Beautiful Dark Haired Girl
who told Us of Her Mother calling
a certain kind of cloud cover
“Mackerel Sky” for
the fillet-shaped fleshy flecks
of the fish I knew so well
from when My Mother used to roll Her Fillets
in flour and “froy them up roight crisp”
in butter served with lemon and parsley
The West Desk Window 11:24am
I am luxuriating in The Full Viewing
of My Beautiful Bird of Paradise
I watch Him from My Vehicle
at the side of Hawk Point Road
My Neck craned to My Left
I gaze across Tidal Flats
at The Break in The Dunes
where Storm Waves wash in
small fry
for My Beautiful Long-legged, Long-necked Friend
Who wades so prominently
through One Grand Pool
to fish at Four Glorious Intervals
before I allow My Self
to finish driving home
to fix Lunch
Joanna Gilman Hyde 