Joanna Gilman Hyde

              The silhouette of My Black Cat

is away over the rocks —

              I have brought the wrought iron furniture

black, out of the basement

              & put glass tops

                         upon it.

_

I have poured My White Wine

             & taken a phone call

from My Stepmother in California

            thanking Me profusely

                      for the peach roses

sent in memory of My Father

I was interrupted at this poem

                       by Her, My Stepmother

who says My Painting I gave

             …