If Only

The hawks are paired. It's spring, you know.
They turn in circles past each other, splendid
Dancers in the air, far up, above the creek,
And, clumsy primate that I am, I watch with
Envy from the bank. I wish, above all, you
Were here, and also that we both could glide
In circles, as they do.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-04-17 at 01:48

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