by Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk Deck 9:44am

Don’t Write, even though

You’re out on Your Deck

in a Red Deck Chair

in Your Purple Robe

Don’t Write

even though You can hear The Waves

You Love

past The Scrub Spruce

Don’t Write

that You can hear The Crows, Gulls

The First Mourning Dove

Don’t Write

that there’s No Wind

& You’re drinking Your Morning Tea

with Your Sun Glasses on

to watch The Glittering off The Sea