Hawks

The hawks are circling effortlessly, gaily,
I hope, on the updrafts we can't see. For
Now, perhaps, the flying's just for fun.
Some other time, they'll eat, as I will
When I've finished watching, finished
Wishing I could rise and glide as they do,
Spiraling into the huge and empty, sunny
Evening sky.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-09-02 at 01:06

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