Flowers for Hummingbirds

Streamlined and graceful
songbird cuts winter’s black ribbon,
slipping sweetness through the air —

—  bravely joyous and solitaire
no throated response, 
just — her.

Did anyone notice but me?

Such music! — this little brown bird
eighty-five branches away,
crisp in her beautiful brevity?

I saw the artful notes floating
high above the forest floor
over lovely chaos and crumble —

Her notes suturing up 
man-made gashes of noise,
that nonsense now not heard.

Listening, I see her pureness
planting over freeways
flowers for hummingbirds.

1/24/24 ~~ d j l