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My hummingbird

He flits about my garden
A desert garden barren
Except for honeysuckle
Peach blossoms
Fig blossoms
Apples blossoms
Roses.

He flits hungrily about
Seeking sweet nectars
To propel his anxious wings.
Bird, blossoms, brain
All together form the image.
Of my sweet bird friend
Awaking to a day of scents
And seeking, as I, survival.

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  • Allenrintem
    June 23

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    Delicate little piece. I also have a garden with blossoms, but it's not quite warm enough, where I am, for hummingbirds.

  • Susan E. Pennycuff
    June 22

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    I absolutely love this poem! But then, the hummingbird has a very special meaning to me that I won't go into detail about here. What I can tell you is that your closing line has great impact, more than you could ever know!

    Wonderful write my friend!