Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Month: February, 2019

Leona Link

My beautiful friend Leona Link

Has those eyes of blue

That smile and glint —

She sleeps alone

Since her husband died —

His funeral was three years ago

On my birthday —

And she lost her only daughter

(She has three sons nearby)

And she still cooks lunch for her youngest

Mrs. Atwood

Down the street

From where eye live

On the road named Atwood’s Road

Lives Mrs. Atwood

With her family gone —

She talks of the cellar hole

On the hill by the shore

And how ANYONE could build

There, right up from the foundation.

The Veterinarian

Once a man from England

Brought me a cup of tea

As I woke in a farmer’s guest bed

And I wrote the Englishman’s wife

A letter upon his sudden death

In a head on collision

Telling her nothing happened

There Is No Such Thing As Creation

Where did the onion

In all its variety

Come from?

In all its layers

With paper, paper protection

Where and how did our sublime



Answer:  It has always existed

And always will

In one form or another