Joanna Gilman Hyde

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July 27, 2016

ON A FOREST FLOOR

The Hawk Beach 8:11pm

There were three loose dogs

on The Hawk Beach tonight

so I turned South West

toward The Drowned Forest —

The Tide was out revealing

an extended array of ancient stumps

haggled in rock weed

twisted roots of prehistoric origin

continuing their grope through a sandy bog bed —

I came past the mysterious line

of purposely positioned stalks

to where an outcropping

of larger mangled trunks mingled

with the off-shore boulders

and I sat upon a square white rock

to write as The Sun went down

behind

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July 27, 2016

WEEK 6

The Hawk Deck 10:10am

I have said Good-bye

to My Darling Cow Bird

Whose love affair with My Car Mirror

is gone

He bowed off with another

female two weeks ago —

I have said Hello

to My Husband

and will be hanging The Bedding

in Our Hot Sun

I will be playing

The Cow Bird’s Song

on an internet recording

for The Arrival

of My Children

one week

tomorrow

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July 26, 2016

MOTH TRICK?

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 4:57pm

I saw a yellow-tipped moth today

out on the deck

next to one of My Red Deck Chairs

He looked like an autumn leaf.

Later I saw the same shaped moth

on a chair of black —

the yellow was gone.

Could He have changed?

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July 25, 2016

MY PLACE

The Hawk Beach 2:45pm

I have walked The High Tide Line

to The Restoration of My Reason

and so have reached The Guzzle

a rivulet of blue and aqua

flowing into The Atlantic Waves —

I have satisfied God’s demands

to feel the need

of living and so

I sit with a flock of gulls

adjacent to The Supreme Essence

of Peace I have become

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July 25, 2016

ROCKS

The Hawk Beach NOON

I threw away a fantasy rock

into the depths of the bamboo hedge

never to be found

despite rubber gloves

rubber boots

and heavy brown pants

I may never wear again

instead

I walked to The Hawk Beach

and setting foot

on the ledge of piled stones

I found three great ones —

a double-lined, a single-lined

and an oblong grey

side-swiped with white

to put at My Front Step

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July 16, 2016

MY HUSBAND IS ROWING

The Hawk Beach 7:40pm

I’ve made it to The Guzzle

on one night of less than solid sleep

but adequate

for a first day out

with My Ex Cousin-in-law —

a loose black dog came up behind

as I began My Beach Walk

and for the first time

I was not

terrified

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July 13, 2016

DOWN BY THE GUZZLE

The Hawk Beach 2:57pm

My Father never had Me

or when He did

He pimped Me off

or felt the need

to collect Me from sleepless

hotel rooms —

His Best Hope for Me

(My Brother He had given up on)

was to say,

“You are in ‘Recovery'”

Well — if He could see Me NOW

down by The Guzzle

in The South Wind of July

sitting in The Sand of My Achievement

He might come down from Heaven

or where ever He ended up

and shake My Hand

and send Me on My Way

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July 13, 2016

JUST HOW BAD WAS I?

The Hawk Deck 12:05pm

On this very beautiful day

in July

just how bad was I

when I insisted to My Husband

on December 18

that I go back to the hospital

dressed in a black negligee

bare feet

and bullet proof vest?

Just how bad was I

when My Children came home

that Christmas

and left My House?

I was on

a double dose of Olanzapine

the poison I have been off

now for one month

of nearly halcyon existence

I need My Children —

They can help Me change

the music in My Car

from Joy Division and Future Islands

to something new and cogent

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July 13, 2016

I CALLED GOOD MORNING TO MY NEIGHBOUR

The Hawk Window Seat 7:40am

On this one month anniversary

since seeing My Good Morning Rainbow

and stopping the poisoning of My Brain

I have woken up to The Pair

of Cow Birds

on My Car Mirror —

the first I have seen

of Her

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July 12, 2016

A CHORUS OF CAT BELLS

The Hawk West Desk Window 8:11pm

By this time tomorrow

We’ll have a chorus of cat bells

around the necks of five nude cats

(one hunter has two bells already)

after the fact

of one tiny yellow bird leg

a gut the size of a dime

and three yellow feathers

left by Somebody

on My Sacred Deck

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