I wonder where I can get some good sweet flowers. Who will I ask? Let me
ask the quetzal hummingbird, the jade hummingbird. Let me ask the troupial
When you close your wings or when they break
in two across the hinge, make opaque shadows
among the stems. Sky lit as if to spark
again until the day is full of echoes.
Familiar shade, we’ve never met like this
but look at how the years have brought us to
a moment we’d forgotten. Reminisce
in orange. We turn so that our point of view
reflects some other place, some other story.
At times, we feel the same as everyone else
except for an unspoken sort of worry.
A gut-check cringe away from hope—a taste
laid wide against the tongue that I can’t swallow—
and you’ve already flown the paths I follow.