Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Tag: grief

LIP SERVICE

The Hawk Corner Room 4:30pm

Purple is The Colour

of Grief

& EYE have kissed

away My Death

in Livid Pulsations

of

Red & Blue

THE SNEAKERS OF MEN

The Tomato-coloured Couch 11:42am

EYE Know An Old Woman

Who Lives In The Shoes

Of Her Dead Husband

As My Mother Used To Do —

My Mother Kept Her Stash

Underneath Her Wood-burning Stove

And Could Never Bring Her Self

To Mail Them

Back To Her Departed Love

LEONA LINK’S BIRTHDAY

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 2:15pm

I saw a black-headed Grackle

atop My Scraggly Apple

as I put together

a shepherd’s pie

and stopped

to watch

His Darkness

against The Sky

CAPE SABLE ISLAND

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:28am

EYE have The Purity

of a dream —

like The Tears I Shed

on The Shoulder

of a grieving widow —

like The Silver Line

of wake behind

a fishing boat

along My Shimmering Ocean —

loved

NARY A CAT

The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:00pm

All Other Losses

Seem To Culminate

In The Loss Of A Pet:

down to The Fish Plant I went

in the blowing fog

to look for Cami

& saw nary a cat

only a nice man

who wondered what I wanted

“I’m looking for a lost cat”

“Oh, I’ve had about five people so far

this summer —

one fella even had a picture — ”

believe it or not

a helium balloon

flew

overhead