the spring

I’m blessed I touched a hummingbird
it brought to me the sweetest flower
it laid there in my hand to rest and
feel the sunshine for an hour, the
wings it spread in perfect rhythm
floating easy before my eyes
in every curve a simple greatness
each pattern bright and dignified

the scent of petals, smooth, the shine
her body moves in perfect time,
lepidolite, lepidolite sparkles
even in the night. Oh, feathered stubble
how you express, without such words
and natural dress. A place where thoughts
can breathe again. In and out and out and in
to sense once more, this abstract theme
stay close but fly
and let me dream

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