I don't usually write at midnight, but sometimes I get an idea at three in the morning.

Friday, April 6, 2012

Day Six: Hiding Poem


The thrumming startled me.
I wasn’t expecting to see a hummingbird
so near— up close and personal—
especially in the middle of the Mojave.


But I suppose something magical was hidden deep inside that inconsequential ruby bloom,
because the tiny bird hovered there, searching earnestly.


I’m not sure if he found what he was looking for.
He darted away just as I was about to ask him.

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