Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

CURTAIN CALL

I have made my bed for men

Show-stoppers

Who have yet to come

Up from my depths

To greet

My smile

Unearthed

From the belt

Of Orion

FOLIAGE FOILED

Eye have driven, pounded

Through the flames of my desire —

Fog has floated in

Around me now

And the peak of my orange/ red

Has been left behind

For some other star-struck

Bohemian