Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"


The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:22pm

Lime-green bug

in Your See-thru wings

when first I saw Your Underside

You were pale yellow

against My Window —

what r u trying to tell Me?

I went outside

to touch You very carefully —

You took to My Hand

& flew


The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:11pm

I have slipped

into cashmere grey

I have looked

@ My Passing

vehicles as grey now —

differing shades

to reassure Me

on My Track