Humming Birds

Humming Bird

I was window shopping

For my favorite imagination

With imaginary dollars

I spied a cute top

A navy number

It had a print of

Kaleidoscope Humming Birds

Enjoying the sweet nectar

Of tiny red flowers




Staring at the sun

Disembarking headlong

Into a canyon

Taking the podium

With standing room only

Waiting for the gate to drop

Piercing the skin to the stop

Loitering the E train’s



Edge as the

Oncoming turbulence

Blows back your hair

Frequencies too much to bear

Because they prove

To be not enough