| becoming the hummingbird becoming the hummingbird i drink of the shooting star’s laughter through her ear i have listened to the blink of the snake watched the presence of stone meeting wind with the energy of atoms radiating in a very slow dance i burst with joy in the strength of my fragility as i dip to greet my partner spin afternoon sun into waltz with whirring wings i feel the grand mirth of the heavens stir ants into tickling the body of the stone creating vast eons of incomprehensible bliss |
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