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
The Hawk West Desk Window 9:11am
This is My Home
This is where I eat
and sleep
and dress My Husband
for work
I do The Laundry
and cook casseroles
to last throughout
The Week
The Hawk West Desk Window 5:25pm
I learned the word “Sanctuary”
from My Mother
Who had it written
on a weathered shingle
nailed to a tree along
the trail We blazed
to The North East Bluff
of McNutt’s Island —
She wrote a passage below
that word, which,
if My Brother were alive
He would remember
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:56am
I see the waves breaking
out past My Neighbour’s Barn
The Sky is grey
and I can hear
The Hawk Beach Waves
when I open the kitchen door
to let out a cat
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:22pm
After unpacking the 3-day weekend contents
of My 20 Million Meter Sports Bag
used for the first time
I put on an orange plastic
Party Bracelet
packed but never worn
and watched It make rainbows
on the toilet seat cover
when I threw away
a clump of cat hair
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:51am
I see The Silver Streaks
again
across My Silver Sea
I see The Halos of Light
again
throughout My Lashes
framing My Sight
and signifying
The Day of Good
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 1:14pm
EYE am a single
Love Bird
housed in a beautiful cage
without Its Mate
Joanna Gilman Hyde 