Joanna Gilman Hyde

I stepped out on The Deck

into The Early Morning Sun

— with My Clipboard, Pencil

Cup of Coffee — I looked out at The Atlantic

& decided to be A Writer.

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I determined to fix A Poem:

The Greatest Date  — written A Decade Ago —

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I would fix The Ending mostly —

isn’t it The End

which usually needs attention?

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& worked away

in That Dazzling Sun, in old sunglasses,

listening to The Breaking Waves, Birds

& My Husband stirring in The Kitchen

feeding The Cats