A house surrounded
By emerald trees and
hummers
Is where I grew up!
In the grass I read
While they fought
sharp and speedy
Wars above my head:
Elegant and fierce,
Flitting, darting past
my cheeks.
Fear shrunk then
shamed me.
Don’t crash
into me!
I thought. Be still! I
want to
See how green you are!
Sometimes, on the
porch
Ropes, hung with cups of
nectar
By my mom, they did.
Then I would watch
them
And I wouldn’t breath
at all
Until they flew off.
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