Eye have a soldier in my pocket
on a secret mission to my heart
he thinks he’s “met” me
on a dating site —
we text and text
while we’re apart.
His eyes I like
His smile true
His photo’s got me caught —
He’s from the South
with a mother dead
His story I’ve completely bought
Eye am comforted
by my dreams:
one of my blue-eyed daughter
baby toddler
asleep in my arms
as I sat
and one of my long-dead Dad
cradling me
in his big lap
Eye am alone
with my art —
shall it be Lurid Green
and Pristine Red
or the suptle metallic golds
and coppers
with Silver
emerging from the mass
of disposed can lids?
Eye stood on My Deck
to salute the first sun
of Our New Year
Eye am single now
alone with five cats
but there are some advantages
to this state
Hmmm let me think of one…
Joanna Gilman Hyde 