Poem For An Early Evening
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
The Hawk Portico 5:11pm
How many Swells move in
in a day — across the floor
of The Hawk Beach?
To Me They are Endless
like the rhythm within
& I retire to bed
in Their Rush
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Joanna Gilman Hyde 
This is soothing, somehow. Reminds me that we can find stillness in the midst of movement 😉
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