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
Heartshapedsky 