so i imagine
hummer
ruby-thoat perched on power-line
cocksure as always
proud of itself for merely existing
high among blue sky and billowing
summer-storm clouds
vulture rides thermals—hungry, hungry, hungry
Poetry by jim
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Written on 2021-06-08 at 05:50
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