Mind flighty as a hummingbird
at a bottlebrush tree,
back and forth, groundless . . .

Cure: Touch the petal of a rose;
twist pine needles between fingers;
pluck a stem of grass, scatter

black seeds into the air,
watch them fall back to the earth
where they belong.

9 thoughts on “Hummingbird

    • It’s been a long dry spell. I’ve written a few things, but haven’t felt up to posting them. I’ll get back to it eventually–in the meantime, thanks for the encouragement!


    • Thanks–and good to see you, rmp! I’ve taken a little leave of absence from blogging for a while, so I’ve missed out on a lot. Hopefully I’ll be able to catch up soon.


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