In the home stretch. It’s day 26 of 30 in the City of Refuge Poem-a-Thon. I’m writing about hummingbirds today.
The Hummers Tease
The hummers drop hints
that they’ve returned
to the trumpet vines
one more year.
Tiny shadows blink
through green sinews
like floaters in my eye.
Look at them directly,
they disappear.
Orange blossoms are
not yet open.
Look elsewhere little
thimbleful of feathers.
Grow and come back in a week.
Then dangle your colors
before me as you feed
giving me more than a tease.
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Nomadic Noesis 