Over Wing and Under Cloud

But I worry about my hummingbirds,
whether I taught them enough manners
and how to poke a wolf’s eyes out
if they need to. Somewhere
over wing and under cloud, they
scud around without me like
leaves that have forsaken their tree
as I stand here in the doorway,
eating what’s left of the sky.


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