• Gary Hunter

Hummingbird in Hand - Aug. 7, 2022

hollowed by a death

lighter than life

she lays in my palm


once conscious and furious

in her movement

now a spiritless calm


when? where? how?

one day today

and who knows


the thief had a scheme

laid in wait snuck in

behind the sip of nectar

cut the wire

followed the fight plan

this time her motor ceased

mid-flight spiraled from the sky

the frail wreckage in my hand

green-throated white-eyed


one bent feather

I trace down my thumb

all the way to my heart

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