Hmmm
There is a moment
in the life
of a hummingbird
where it feels that it’s heart
can beat no more.
His wings pinned back
in endless speed,
the swing again,
again,
again.
An endless flow of susurration,
close and to the shoulder.
That moment of submission,
when will expires
before the need,
when life conspires
to self-destruct.
But on it beats,
that devil heart,
to live
and live
and live.
