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Neighbors

Like a rowboat on the open ocean
her nest rides the swell.
Above her, the robins built close
to the trunk. Their home stays put.

Not so the tiny hummer, her eggcup afloat
on a branch-end. What does she see
when she looks back at me, glassed-in,
unfeathered, gaping?

Neighbors

Like a rowboat on the open ocean
her nest rides the swell.
Above her, the robins built close
to the trunk. Their home stays put.

Not so the tiny hummer, her eggcup afloat
on a branch-end. What does she see
when she looks back at me, glassed-in,
unfeathered, gaping?

Elizabeth Austen, 49

Seattle / San Diego, CA

 
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