The Lover
She swoops & swoops each time it’s fresh & with her hummingbird’s whirr she can “hover in one place longer than most take to think it” Oh those delectable kiss-kiss- kissable lips even the hummingbird’s wing & hover cannot match!
Eureka!
chained to a whirligig mountain ashes fly the rolling ball teaches me something about the birds like cats (with one lotus yawn swallows me & the batlike girl with the fish tail swim The sky shimmers settles like a blanket The cat-net widens catches flying whales (diving into a gulp the girl unwinds herself teaching me something about a yarn, porpoise leaps tongue widening tastes tartly to the twist, melting artichoke hearts — Peacock plumage turning into the perfectly serene buttercup
