WHEN THE HUMMINGBIRD APPEARS
I’m here to make a poem.
--Deborah A. Miranda
Carry coffee to cairns
setting red clay cup
on road, spilling
as I kneel
before the stones
losing balanced
Righting myself
sun at my back
I replace several flat
stones
that have fallen
during the night
It is early
and I am up
doing my work
Jim Bodeen
20 July 2021
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