Colibrí

1

ruby-throated hummingbird fresh from the jewelweed

hangs in front of my mouth like an unhoused question

I spread my fingers wide skin wrinkles like old bark

2

I grew up climbing trees hugging the trunks for dear life

or digging for treasure at the old farm dump

that green- or purple-stained glass that once held whiskey

3

buzzing from one bright flame to the next

what rain-soaked radiance precedes a fall

and where might petals unfurl if we ever woke up