Hummingbird

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Poetic Dreamers


A short poem in which the subject has died young.

Submitted: May 11, 2018

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Hummingbird

 

My sister scowls at condolences.

Defending still.

They buried me, outside

of choice.

I sit on my tombstone,

with a mandarin peel,

and my father plants a daisy.

 

Grandma visits with poetry.

She writes my memoir, and

I add a comma as she sleeps.

 

Mother’s hawk dawns in April.

I want to be a hummingbird—

My heart used to tap too fast.

 

They kiss an artificial bud

and the young barely have time to fly.


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