Mantra for a Hummingbird

Please read the amazing poetry of a talented writer.

The Used Life

a lotus 
drives a nail 
into a tree

how rare, how empty

a woman 
in a burgundy dress
is the back of a cliff. her hands make 
knots in the rain, a slender
coexistent rain, rain with distant 
	(transient) birds

a wave of 
atmospheric evergreens 
gleams across her face
self-absorbed, by nature

an unknown purpose fills my lungs

the cloud is forever and still here
dances in the streets
asks for eyes and has no mouth

what vanishes in a name?
	verbs, caterpillars

but a hummingbird
in pencil
does magic

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