oh, to catch your phrase,
flashes of hummingbird song—
telegraphic pulse.
bird of paradise
blurring green in mid-air hang
ruby-throated whir—
your down and upbeat
electricity, firing,
currents me homeward.
your wings, my prayer
cloud-surf and then dip turquoise—
heart poundings fine-tune
225 counts
that nobody hears
on the easy breath
of the Gulf of Mexico.
memorizing touch,
the weight of a postage stamp,
i know stamina
and torpor—your rise-fall song,
your flight and return,
yes, i know by heart.
Beautifully said. Such amazing creatures!
They are amazing! Thanks for following, TK!
the kind of imagery needed for a winter’s day. Thank you, RS!
Thanks for your kind words!
…the easy breath of the Gulf of Mexico…. lovely!
Hey Karen! Thanks. This poem is the end of my chapbook. I may talk to you about beta readers! Take care, c