SIGN
The Tomato-coloured Cock 1:28pm
I have seen
The Symmetry
of The White Dragonfly
made up
of 2 White Trucks
nose-to-nose:
cabs for brains
beds for wings
spanning the mid-section
of Wilson’s parking lot
in Barrington Passage,
Nova Scotia
The Hawk Living Room 9:22pm
I have an Alien growing
inside Me — He’s attached
to My Left Lower Ribs somewhere
I feel Him vibrate & tumble
when I sit at a desk
or even in a chair
talking to a friend — no
I have never felt Him
in Other People’s Presence
He is with Me when I am
alone
The Hawk Hallway 8:18am
I catch The Silver Sheen
upon the water
& wonder what the day
will bring
I prepare My List
for Home-coming Daughter
& wonder not that My Heart
still sings
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:40pm
What if People
have been pounding out mountains
for aeons
building pyramids
cities all over the globe
& filling oceans
bucket by bucket?
The Hawk Living Room 9:05am
The Sun is white hot
this morning
with Its Silver Blazing
over the water
The Crows are in an uproar
waves of Starlings are matting Our Lawn
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:00pm
I am The Girl Who’s
had Every Advantage
even when the heel broke
off My Glass Slipper
I arrived unscathed
from an orgy of Champagne
in the back of a Limousine —
too bad I don’t remember
The Home Stretch