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A hummingbird

a hummingbird is a myth

on a blur of wings,

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not really there,

though partly,

absent in its presence.

Sometimes it sits,

wearing a needle

on its face,

then rises and rows rapidly away,

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turning the air to emptiness

as no other bird can.

Having scarcely been there,

it is so wholly gone,

when gone,

it never was there.