The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:44am
The Shimmering
The Shimmering —
how can I write enough?
The Dazzle has Me caught
in The Sublime
of My Place
My View
My Completeness
The Hawk West Desk Window 8:45pm
I can watch The Sun go down
in The West
over prehistoric islands
then I can watch It rise
in The East
over My Favourite
Ocean
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:54pm
Yesterday I scared a cat
at Eva’s House
with My Grey Gardens Sun Hat
still on My Head
I walked through the kitchen
and poor Kitty Kitty
freaked out —
Her Tail got fat
and she tore out
stopping to stare
in disbelief
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
The Hawk Deck 9:11am
Each sunny morning
now in The Spring
I take My Banana
to The North East Corner
of Our Property
to a bank
where I dumped My Dead X-Miss Tree
& toss The Peel
below My Feet
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:57am
Silver reaches Me
gleaming off The Sea
into My brilliant little kitchen
Silver is My Foundation
from My Shower of Silver Lights
I have grown
into Its Representative
and I will carry samples
of Its Refinement
wherever I shall be
Sobey’s Parking Lot, Barrington Passage, NS 2:30pm
EYE am Star Woman
on Parade
with M(EYE) Hot Orange
Bouquet
of Mother-in-law Roses
EYE am moving out of the lull
of Spring
into a Summer
of Majesty
and far-flung Love
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:22am
My Ten-thousand Square Foot Painting
still EXISTS
albeit underground
in two unwieldy bundles
somewhere within the confines
of The Orangetown Dump
in Rockland County, New York
where I grew up
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:37am
The Sun is somewhere
behind The Fog
I see the murky Silver
of sky and sea
I see The Price
of Gigantic Bars
fluctuating on
My Computer
Screen
The Hawk West Desk Window 11:49am
While putting back the layers
of My Clothes
on the back of My Chair
I found A Green Star
laid against the back
of My Mrs Blair Sweat Suit Top
— A Christmas Tree Star?
How in God’s Name
did It come into view?
Into My Star Box It Goes
Joanna Gilman Hyde 