Hummingbird
Looking from this
fusion-filled window pane
your breath mixes the glass with warm.
Standing just over my shoulder
you watch me, the hummingbird
straying to christen us with sight.
For a stillness, the moment surrenders
almost every subtle day
spent together, each white, uneasy night.
And looking at the hummingbird's eyes
like pins on a red cushion
pricks my sensibility to light and touch.
When your hand reached out too late
to touch my shoulder, all
I could think of was the unthinking flight
that disappeared from the window.
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