POETRY

The Hummingbirds

March 30, 2020

the hummingbirds

never appeared this year

apparently preferring

some other fount of​​ 

water and sugar

and leaving mine to

sour in the sun.

I missed​​ their frenetic

joy and my own

moments of wonder

in an otherwise bleak​​ 

summer of hot days

and hotter tomorrows.

Here’s hoping they

found sustenance

elsewhere and​​ 

are living to come​​ 

back next year.

I’ll hang out the feeder

as a hope for

both of us.

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