Picture courtesy www.wildbirdsupplies.net
One afternoon,
The hummingbird came,
Lungs a repertoire of song
Feathers glistening like
Leaves after the rain.
Ears awash with song
Eyes overcome with stares,
We lay under our mango trees
In a stupor,
Looking on as it nested
On our tree branches.
On the day of harvest,
We turned up with countless
Cane baskets,
Dreaming of bumper harvests
And market days.
Eyes pregnant with tears,
We left for home with
Empty baskets that harvest day,
Neither hummingbird nor
Mango fruit did we set
Eyes on that fateful day.
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