This originally appeared in Off the Coast, an international journal based in Maine.
Enjoy!
Owl
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A Hummingbird
thought me a mirror,
then realized, two feet away,
i was too solid,
more brick than free.
it sported emeralds,
flawless of gorget;
yet i an ogre
of clay and iron.
it hovered,
birthing its wings
through many incarnations,
as i managed once
to blink,
grasping, too slow,
that it had offered me
a vanishing act of doors—
and i would have found heaven
had i entered
just one.
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