Where do you go
when empty blooms
sway?
Ruby throats flash
in green limbs--
when I lean close,
time
ripples away.
Wings beat
in my mind--
when I wake,
silence hums.
I’ve hung the nectar,
calling for you.
Brush your colors
to my window--
I’m crumbling
alone.
The world is spinning,
as I stand in place--
My hummingbird,
where
did you go?
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