too many flowers the hummingbird
avidly ravenously hovering sipping
piercing deep into the tiny blossom
craving sweetness drunk on spring
I too in my sapient way devolve to
something simpler lurching dreamy
across the lawn from one thing to
something else unfolding in the day
this the summation like a cadence
at the end of a movement enough
for now then something different
a scherzo a minuet and variations
