Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

THE JAYS

The Hawk Portico 6:40pm

The Jays Have The Propensity

To Call Me Away To My Childhood

Raised By A Single Mother

On Top Of A Hilly One Acre

In Woods Of Birdsong

& Blind Man’s Bluff

LAST NIGHT’S POEM

The Hawk Queen Bed 7:35am

I Hear The Surf Surge Through

My Open Black Window

& One Solitary Fog Horn Echoing

As If It Were Six