Friday, April 14, 2017

Napo 13

A nine liner!

Nine Lines for the Ruby Throated Hummer

How does your little heart carry you
across emptiness of the gulf, to end up
Here, sipping from a hibiscus, so red

It pales the sunrise? Your blood, furious
To make the most of this day, pumps
Through your tiny wings, your brain,

Your flicking tongue. I watch you
From the window, your brief existence

Proof of what I’ll never understand.  


I want to rework the last stanza to open up the poem more. I might expand this beyond nine lines to really explore the idea of the ennui and miraculous all at once. Hm...

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