Yesterday, a hummingbird
sucked from this wavy petunia.
Drank the nectar out of a plant
nearly dying after a long, dry August.
I wanted to see it as a sign.
I want everything to be a sign now.
That there is lingering life in death,
personal living resurrections.
That there is sweetness
even in the most difficult times.
That our eyes seek color,
and float over to it.
That, no matter what,
we can beat our wings
at extraordinary speed,
just to stay alive.
1 comment:
that was delicious.
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