I don't believe that hummingbird
Was acting on its own
An abruptness that was planned
With the precision of a star
When it entered our door
Hovering above our heads
Its rainbow flame
I felt it was asking
For some closer connection
Some clearer understanding
Of flight and stasis
Who themselves are still gods
Wonder was all that sustained us
We could hear its thrumming heart
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