Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

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I occasionally make editorial changes in my work after posting, so it would be prudent for you to read the poems more than once.  Thank you, and I value your attention and comments.

Joanna

PLAY

The Hawk West Desk Window 9:25pm

I was toying with writing

of the subtlety

of the sunset tonight

— especially to The North East —

but before bed

I looked West

to a fiery stage

orange-red

&

so

I

ignite

CREATIONISM

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:25pm

The House Fly I cupped

in My Right Hand

and released beyond

My Front Door

knows My Scent

and carries It with Him

into Reality

PATIENCE

The Hawk Basement 12:55pm

I have seen The Face

of Patience

pitted against & between

two V.I.P.’s

as I was when I was twenty-three —

then the men were heads

of The World Trade Center

the three schools of Cooper Union —

thirty years later the men

are two country doctors

with so much more

than initials

— They Have Me —

next to Their Names