Happiness. It's relative.
Some days the best thing to do is to make hummingbird soup and wait for the guests to arrive. Today, for example, with that bluest sky, cloudless all day, just a slight breeze, sometimes kicking up a bit, but lovely all day, sweetness like… Continue Reading “Humming”
Other people have hummingbirds They know things I don’t know Magic they read in books, their mothers’ notes I lost those chapters They have other secrets Instructions pasted in scrapbooks, songs All the words to every verse I heard them once on the radio… Continue Reading “Flutter”
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