Hummingbirds hover
And yet here we are
while brightly colored drones
with needle lips
invade by hundreds, by thousands
from Canada to refuel
at this drinking gourd of red plastic,
to load sugar until ready
to cross New England,
cross mountains, suburbs and farms,
cross non-stop the Gulf of Mexico
Next year survivors
spirits of speed
with throats sparkling of ruby
will return, will build nests
of silk stolen from spiders,
nests the size of thimbles that stretch
as nestlings grow into glory
intricately engineered
by nature’s design
for improbable endurance
like you, dear reader, like you
…..
First published in Wordpeace. Thank you editor Lee Desrosiers.
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