LATE WINTER
The Hawk Kitchen 6:13pm
The Twigs Of The Scraggly Apple
Feel Their Way Up Toward The Eastern Blush
Of Sunset To My Back
The Top Branch Reaches A Cloud
— Fully Grey —
And Delineates My Future Comfort
In All Its Windy
Shivers
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Joanna Gilman Hyde 