Lest We Forget
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The valley is humming with
One hundred hummingbirds
Pressing their wings
Against fruitful air.
Their long, tenuous bills
Dipping into the
Red music of burning glass;
A league of sugared, red droplets
Shattered upon thirsty tongues.
Written for Saturday Scribes.
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