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Something Like Joy
Don Hynes
April 24, 2014
I slept through most of the big wind,
tall trees swaying like grass,
rain lashing the cabin dark
and in the morning not a motion,
the ocean’s mood changed in a heartbeat,
leaves so still in the madrone
they could be sleeping.
Asleep or awake the earth goes on,
the tide ebbing once more,
yet something has changed,
the delicate branches of ocean spray,
how the gull arcs and turns to the sun
and something like joy
hiding in the thorns like a little bird
wings fluttering, pecking at the old berries
then gone in a flash of bright color.
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