Hummingbird - September's End
How did she know
There were jewelweed flowers
In the dry creekbed?
Flying over
This forest patch canopy
She could not have seen
them, down below, on her way
to the Gulf and beyond.
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My Desire
I want it to rain tomorrow
With a wind
Blowing the branches
And their burden
Of leaves.
I want to hear and see it,
And know the world will
Continue, yet,
For a while.
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