I want to live as the Hummingbird flies:
high above the grainy Earth and
Salted Seas, resting upon the tiniest
branch of the tallest pine searching
for abundant nectar—
flitting across barriers; a wing
speed so fast only the honeybees
know what she's after.
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On Turning 30 [Poetry/Prose]
Non-FictionAdulting is HARD and I honestly don't understand the space-time continuum between the ease of 1994 and now. This ongoing collection of poetry, prose, prose poetry, and musings will hopefully help me sort it out-and allow all of us to answer that age...
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