The Hawk Deck 10:40am
I’m a wanna-be Spiritual Leader
I wanna teach Humanity
to love Itself
How corny is that?
Here on My Deck I love
in The Light Of Morning
I wanna cry out
“Love Your Selves!”
The heck with God —
We bumbling Humans
are where It’s At
Look what We can make
of Our Selves
Wanna Bet?
The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:30pm
When I was a student at Cooper Union
I tried to have an affair
with The President
He gave no response to My Stream of hand-delivered letters
but once gave Me a small kiss
as I stepped on His Foot
After I graduated
I gave Him a pair of hand-knitted socks
for His Cold Feet
By the time His Presidency was nearly over
I was on My way to Nova Scotia
to get properly married
I went to His Office
one last time
He said, “I still have Those Socks –”
I said, “Now You don’t need Them –”
“Why?”
“Because Now It’s Spring!”
The Hawk Kitchen 7:13pm
There’s something so satisfying
about letting A Fly out
a sliding glass door —
It’s as if all Your Problems
go along with It
& You can stand back
& look at The Sky
in Its sunset-hued pink
& think There Is No Better
Way
The Hawk Kitchen 7:14pm
I took Dr Blair
His Dessert
of frozen berries thawed
in the microwave
& two scoops of French Vanilla Ice Cream
–
I took It to Him
under the low light
in The Hawk Family Room
where He sat by The Computer
looking elegant
–
I was serving
A Very Important Man
Who can’t seem to retire
even though His Back
is killing Him
The Hawk Basement 12:39pm
When My Mother first had Her Brain Tumour
diagnosed
She was tested as to functionality
by having to bake Chocolate Chip Cookies
unassisted
in a hospital kitchen
She was to follow a recipe
and I was with Her
not allowed to help
but I don’t remember
how, or if
They came out
The Hawk West Desk Window 8:38pm
Fall is finished for Me now
as soon as I saw
Its leaves along the grounds
of My Husband’s Office
–
No other flurry of fall
will strike Me the same
as This Summer’s Turning
Its brash array
scattered before The Edifice
of My Husband’s Career
Fifty Falls in the making
Joanna Gilman Hyde 