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On Hummingbirds

27 May 2022

I

I saw the first hummingbird of the season
or, rather, he introduced himself to me,
sylphic, inviting me to pay attention,
like he got some kind of rush
darting in
and out
of my vision,
and holding still,
a statue of motion,
hot summer air made material
flesh, bones & blood made ethereal

II

a woman told me once
that hummingbirds love red
how can they not?
bright and daring as the hummingbird itself
red must taste so delicious in its essence
for so many hummingbirds to savor it
hot and sweet in their throats?