Joanna Gilman Hyde

(continued)

The stillness has me plastered

2 My Chair.

I can hear

a distant rooster

slight ringing in my ears

my sun hat brushing

the back of The Chair

Molly licking condensation

off the vinyl siding

out here on My Deck

in the sublimity of this rare morning.

8:24 am

Is that Gully over there

on Robert Ross’s Blue Roof

preening in this stillest of mornings?

Ozzy is inside

on the chair Astro died in

& I am situated

w no confines

drinking tea

which needs 2 be heated up.