Joanna Gilman Hyde

I spy a stalwart Robin

perched on My Neighbour’s Laundry Pole

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I watch awhile

until She flies

down to the grass

& there goes My Poem

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Oh My God — She’s Back!

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I forgot The Fog–

The Fog is wafting past Her

The Hedge is rustling below Her–

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Oh, There She Goes–