The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:20pm
My Mother’s Day Bunch
is a scraggly cascade of drying
lilly petals & crisp carnations
There are three well-preserved roses
the colour of autumn
with a card held high
“Hope You’ll enjoy
The Light of My Life bouquet –“
The Hawk Kitchen 2:19pm
I am seeing The Colours
of Flaming June*
out on the highway
in scraps of florescent rope
in the roses and carnations from My Children
in My Frying Pan
of green and orange peppers
and in My Cold Weather Wear
warning of My Existence
*Frederic Leighton 1895
The Hawk Family Room 7:30pm
“You can write poetry out of anything”
I glibly stated to a friend
who had taken Me out for a late birthday lunch —
Well Watch This — You Can’t–
take watching digital rain on Family Room window screens
& link it, somehow,
to My Hallmark Daughter
not giving Me a birthday card
then surprising Me with one
for Mother’s Day
Joanna Gilman Hyde 