The silhouette of My Black Cat

is away over the rocks –

              I have brought the wrought iron furniture

black, out of the basement

              & put glass tops

                         upon it.

_

I have poured My White Wine

             & taken a phone call

from My Stepmother in California

            thanking Me profusely

                      for the peach roses

sent in memory of My Father

I was interrupted at this poem

                       by Her, My Stepmother

who says My Painting I gave

                       to My Father

_

which He Hung in

The Big Room in Vermont

behind a wood stove

will be shipped to Me

by Her Grand Daughter

Who’s labouring in bed

                      with twins

Joanna Hyde
February 15^th 2012  The Hawk