stolen hummingbird 

pining for a sighting of the sun 

bright green glow

she reflects the yellow-white

she reflects the wind

she resembles the sand

we asked the world if it could stop

and to our surprise it did

as soon as she told her it wasn’t just this

or just that

she decided to change 

shifting gliding wiggling her brain 

whenever a black or white thought barged onto the scene 

she thinks she knows everything 

she says we all run wildly at the moon

my first heart has

my second heart will 

my third heart dreams 

but they didn’t believe me