My First Deck Poem of The Season

by Joanna Gilman Hyde

This morning’s hazy sun

inspired me to bring out the glass table top

to clean it with fake Windex

and fit it onto my forest green

wrought iron table

left for the winter to rust


Eye had my breakfast here

sitting on a folding chair

from the basement

while my next door neighbour

put away his lobster traps

and the morning birds

serenaded us