forced to live inside
a decrepit old body
whose eyes have died
as happens to all of us
between katydid and
sparrow a hummingbird
therein resides and cries
floating from flower to flower
as becomes his thoughts
neither crocus nor scilla
nor gentian nor cornflower
but lips pursed blue for another
controlled emergency ascent
up from the depths of the sky
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