A painting by Janet Weight Reed, England
A HUMMINGBIRD’S REST
I
could if I tried harder, I could use the rest
In
this cup, the day’s trill and duty at an end:
A
respite from humming, a pause from flitting
From
flower to bramble, from rose to sunshine.
No
one will find me here for now until a night
Passes
through, and me quiet in a mimic cup
Passing
for a hummingbird, and I a cup of tea
Turned down for eventide to find itself a rest.
---Albert
B. Casuga
July
5, 2014, Mississauga
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