Sunday, October 16, 2016

Labor Day

by Al Ortolani

At summer’s
end, the humming-
bird appears
like an after-
thought, a (  )
between worlds,
a bit of earth
and spirit combined,
small bird
bound by gravity,
hollow bone and
feather, as much
weightless as
hope itself. Wings,
transparent in
flight, race
a scuff heavier
than sunlight.

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