Hummingbird

poem by Ruth Salles

“My curved pout
like an oriental saber
know how to find good finds
in the flowers in your backyard.

Of beating wings.
hovering, I never forget.
But you don't know:
for me the air is thick.

So it's thick too
the salt water of the sea.
have to swim very well
who in fresh water jump.

this is what i'm talking about
with you, who is special,
while hovering, pecking
the flowers in your backyard.”

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