Monday, January 23, 2017

Ripe Valentine

When I looked up and around
It looked like a hummingbird
Was sitting there and singing
I couldn’t tell for sure I mean
I couldn’t really believe it
But couldn’t see any other
Thing in that bare tree
And I was under no delusions
When its spell of notes descended
On me like a ripe fruit
Of musing otherwise lost
To all posterity but me

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