The Hawk Outpost 6:00pm
I stand before My Kitchen Outpost
spaghetti boiling
to drink My 80th Glass
of brilliant water
I toast The Ocean
bluest with The Sky
My Life Glass
is up
My Sharp Horizon
is downed
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:47pm
What’s going on
with the flavour
(or lack thereof)
of meat
these days?
There’s My Second Dinner
out on the grass —
The First was pulled pork
for which I had to get My Money
back
& tonight
It’s six expensive
chicken breasts
(all You could taste was the tomato sauce & mozzarella cheese)
heaved to The Crows
& sales slip
retrieved from
the garbage
The Hawk Dining Room 8:15am
The Sun is Gold
upon The Ocean —
I cannot forget Gold
It sustains Our Economy
such as It is
& when I look behind Me
I see The Window’s Shadow
warm upon My Mirrored
Wall
The Hawk Dining Room 9:33am
The Silver Today
coincides
with My Order
from Sear’s —
a set of four
Bath Towels
Hand Towels
Face Cloths
in Colour 75
“Eggplant”
The Hawk Kitchen 9:38am
I have My Kitchen Witch —
It’s a hand-carved, hand-painted Blue Jay
fat, sitting by My Sink Window
looking out
watching over Me
while I make
egg plant parmesan
The Hawk Outpost 7:40am
The Sun looks cold
this morning
muffled behind a cloud
of fog
My Trash is bagged
to be dragged to the roadside
& I am about to have coffee
with My New
Husband
The Hawk Outpost 1:41pm
There’s a ridge of ice
on The Ocean
& Deer in the yard
hungry for Our Neighbours’
carrots
I’m done packing
Dr Blair’s
book collection
18 boxes in all
moved from Barrington
to The Hawk
in time for
lunch
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:04am
The Sun broke through
The Winter Clouds
like a giant eye
& I could see
Its lower lid
dressed in Gold
like a vein
of precious Light
The Hawk Dining Room 9:46am
A Beam Of Silver
straddles My View
out past the neighbours’
low roof tops
It stems from The Sun’s
white blaze
& turns
lime green
when I blink
The Hawk Living Room 12:34pm
When I learned to walk
in Africa
I stooped over
& squatted
in The Sands of Gabon
to pick up spiral shells
to lift into
My Mother’s
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Joanna Gilman Hyde 