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The Hummingbird

Stays suspended silently

against the tender petals

like a ravenous schoolboy

The cat stole his tongue

As pretty as a flower

it hovers

drumming with a distant beat

that only a golden record understands

There comes a point

when I want to blink

but I’m afraid I might miss it

The light years.

It knew of space long before

we looked up and said

‘we must claim this too’

This glorious dandelion

This sunflower

It knows nothing of gravity

It floats, suspended in the Milky

Ways of some ancient dance

The pull of those distant songs

Of desire

Of lust

‘we must claim this too’

It whispers

with each flap of it’s imperceptible wings.



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