Jo Neace KRAUSE

THE HUMMING BIRD, OR
FAMOUS LADY POET FEELS FEAR

Ah, comes again this fierce delight
A colorful bold and spinning mite!
Hardly hatched I'd say but
Spun from summer's blooming light
A tiny penguin nomad, all a bluster
In your oil on water luster
A racing throb between two misty fans
A long to hold you in my tender hands
And watch your needle poker draw
Dew and honey like a straw
And though you might behave to me
Like the anti social bumble bee
Let me take you just one time
And feel the ocean of your life in mine.

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