The Hawk Outpost 7:15pm
The early evening light
light of spring
still in mid-winter temperatures
lays itself across
the yard, weeding its way
through The Scraggly Apple
turning pinkish gold upon
My Favourite Spruce
lighting up the rooftop gables
down by the Eastward shore
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 9:50am
I carried My Life Glass
full
into My Living Room
Cathedral Ceilinged
& swallowed My Water down
drinking My House
in
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 Tomato-coloured Couch 2:30pm
They came from everywhere
flapping in Their Black Aprons
I stood amidst Their Alien Gaze
in the foyer of Sobey’s
collecting My Two Cases
of lemon-flavoured
sparkling water
Joanna Gilman Hyde 