Emerald Green Thought

A thought was an emerald green hummingbird

that crossed my path and followed my gait

for a moment or two.

Red breasted.

I was thinking of royalty today.

I was thinking about a telephone call I needed to make.

I was choosing dates from a calendar two months from now.

Coming home,

I count the deer I pass and shout a little hello.

I think buck bodies are more rectangular.

The idea left as fleetingly as a furtive handshake.

And class and caste.

An Audi station wagon speeds unnecessarily fast

on a small meadow road,

it looks nearly at a loss of control.

A freshly paved stretch of asphalt is a river of pleasure.

There is tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow.

There is the ruby-throated hummingbird, and then it is gone.

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