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from The Kiss by Shirley Holder Platt

Copyright © 2020–2024 Shirley Holder Platt

Summer Bird

I lay in my hammock

In the screened porch

In the excruciating heat

When a hummingbird flew

Into the screen

And got his proboscis

Caught

 

He kept flapping his wings

Struggling

I was just getting up

To do, what?

Help?

Something; 

When he backed out

Freed himself.

 

I slumped back on my hammock

And closed my eyes

Wondering

If that tiny bird

Noticed my existence. ...


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