The Hawk Deck 12:22pm
What makes a songbird sing?
What life force bursts forth
through every tune?
Is it a call to a mate
or simply the sound
of a beautiful morning?
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm
When I met Him I wore a doeskin dress
with beads around My Neck
I held My Bow and Arrows
out for Him to see
He touched the points
with His Little Fingers
and smiled strangely
while from His Pocket
of Spandex product
He produced a flat-screen
TV device and took a picture
of Me
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:45pm
If Human Beings
Are Stars, What Are Animals —
Star Dust Nebulae?
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:38pm
When I close My Eyes
tightly
& lie in The Sun
I perceive a sea
of Red
When I loosen My Lids
I see mottled Silver
& as My Eyes squint open
I see The Rays
of My Enlightenment
June 19, 2014 The Hawk Dining Room
I have seen The Emblem
of Canada
before the pink sky
animated
by a song on the radio*
dancing
not to gusty wind
but toward a place
in My Mind
*Natasha Bedingfield “Unwritten”
The Hawk Portico 5:05pm
We are sucked to The Ocean
like little girls
in tiny suits
lolling
in the salty surf
The Hawk West Desk Window 9:25pm
I was toying with writing
of the subtlety
of the sunset tonight
— especially to The North East —
but before bed
I looked West
to a fiery stage
orange-red
&
so
I
ignite
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:25pm
The House Fly I cupped
in My Right Hand
and released beyond
My Front Door
knows My Scent
and carries It with Him
into Reality
The Hawk Portico 1:45pm
I heard a bull frog
a sort of rubber-y note
very sound of bog
Joanna Gilman Hyde 