Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

THE HAWK LIVING ROOM 7:00pm

I placed My Bejewelled Left Arm

upon the cushion of My Sofa

The Left Hand of Which

became My Grandmother’s–

The Hand My Mother Saw

in a tree

The Night My Grandmother Died

THE LAWN

It was a lawn I mowed

in a peach bikini

when I was sixteen

now covered over with blackberry brambles

thigh high

up to the open front door

no longer entered

It was My Grandparents’ summer house

yellow & white

with yellow & orange roses climbing

with nasturtiums on the entry deck

vegetable garden by the sea

where parsley grew

& where My Grandmother sent Me

to pick a few sprigs for Our Supper

on The Sun Porch