Nothing different about the day.
But then I blinked to rest my eyes now nothing is the same.
I’m reaching back for just that day; I’m thinking on it now.
There was nothing different about the day
until I looked away.
The hummingbirds still come to me; still sitting with them now.
They’re not the same these hummingbirds; they’re not the same somehow.
My loVe is with past hummingbirds and all that used to be.
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