Ephemeral love. I took it
out for a while. Did not
quite fit
who
I was. Asked
more from me
than I think
I
have. Needed
more than I
wanted to
give.
Tucking things away
is easier, I said, to
no one in
particular and
everyone
in general
on the streets in the
subways on the seas
in the air. Not a
word in reply. Only the
beating of
the hummingbird's
wings.
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