FRENCH TOAST
The Hawk Kitchen 6:41pm
greasy frying pan
foaming with sparkling bubbles
Voila! Universe
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The Hawk Kitchen 6:41pm
greasy frying pan
foaming with sparkling bubbles
Voila! Universe
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:38pm
Eye saw a magic curtain of fog
sweep itself across The East
it carried on its vaporous edge
the very dimness of rain
but as Eye waited
it never came
& Eye was left
with only The Surf
to aid My Hearing
from this beloved
stage
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
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:34am
The Scrub Spruce are receding
into The Fog
I have situated My Wrought Iron Chair
square on
to see The Spread of Ocean
when It clears
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:51pm
My Outpost Window
is open to The Sea
screened against
moths & bugs I see
The Ocean framed
by The Upright Rectangle
of sliding glass
pushed up & open
to afford My Dream
treasured with The Song
of Birds
The Hawk Kitchen 7:53am
The Silver Glare
alerts My Eyes
& shifts to flashes
of White
safe in My Kitchen
with the coffee pot on
I care not
for the rest of The World —
Oh but I do!
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 Outpost 9:38am
The Ocean looks
like A Silver Bar
polished as if One
would polish
an old silver bar
regulated to The Sky
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:32am
I watch The Play
of Silver on The Sea
My Horizon Line
is one streak
The Sky affords another look
at molten clouds
luminescent above
The Depths of seething
Grey
Joanna Gilman Hyde 