pilgrimage
pilgrimage
their ruby throats glint in late
morning sunshine
darting forth from
nectar
a dozen or more in
dance
i pause when they do
to rest together
in our shared hunger for
kindness
when i walk it is slowly enough
beneath the grand oaks to witness
their dropping of wizened leaves
onto
the labyrinth’s patina
i do not yet have the
patience of moss
and yet this love leaves
no stone unturned in
finding me
ls 10.23.20
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