Tagged: nectar

every september, our

every september, our
backyard becomes
an olympic
gymnasium, with dad
as the umpire, overseeing
guest and resident
hummingbirds
as they whip the air
to compete for the last
of the nectar, filling
up for the long
migration south
.
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the first drop of

you know the

you know the
temperature has
finally dipped
in the apartment
when honey
comes
slowly, taking
the entire morning
to explore
each curvature
along the way
to sweetening
your tongue
.
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