• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 05

For Emily Dickinson

I never met a Hummingbird
Whose iridescence flashed
Before my eyes - like Nectar’s ghost -
In sugar-questing flight -

But quiver-plumaged flickerings
+Bright ephemeral forms -        +Flickering fragile
Electricities - of Wrens -
Cobalt hearts - of flames.

You and I - though “introverts” -
As long as we draw breath
Live for mundane Miracles
Familiar - to both -

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