poetry by j matthew waters

rapid eye movement

hummingbirds come & go
I tell myself the sugar water
must still be good

imitating by way of blinking
I stay paralyzed in my chair
unable to replenish the nectar
even if I wanted to

I see them in the corner of my eye
and they in mine
neither of us questioning
how much more of the world
there is left to see

july two thousand twenty
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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