Joanna Gilman Hyde

I see My Neighbour’s Flag

luffing in the nil wind

smack-dab on the horizon

grey mixed with sky grey

–

It’s still hear-here

I hear The Waves

& birdsong in the distance

The Flag luffs

back & forth

My Daughter comes downstairs

brushing Her Teeth

before getting picked up

in a big black pick-up truck