Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

I WANT TO WRITE MY POEM NOW

The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:39pm

I saw the first of Falling Leaves

in Their spectacular redness

surrounding a mud puddle

in The Post Office Parking Lot

— One landed on My Wind Shield

and caught on a wiper

to lift Itself

to Me

RARE DREAM

The Hawk Queen Bed 8:46am

I had a dream

of My Faithful Old Psychiatrist

Who once boomed

“I will never give up on You!”

I had a dream

He was in love with Me

soft spoken

He held My Hand

& We were the friends

We could never be

TRIBUTE TO MY BROTHER

October 18, The Hawk Living Room 6:30pm

When I hit

20,001,100 metres

on My 10 year-old Concept 2 indoor rower

I raised My Arms

in triumph

& Hunter snapped a picture

forever declaring in that frame

that I was Howard