A fine site

Hummingbird Hike

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My new  friend is a Mainer, which I love because

Maine was my summer home among the lakes

We walked along the Rio Grande and wrote a

action poem about how hummingbirds are always

in your face, you are wrong if you see a flit, they

return year after year to share your history and love




Author: biochicklet

Scientist raised by intellectuals on poetry, theater, art, history and music in New York City. Escaped to New Mexico to nature and mysticism. Knowing that the absurdities in this life are what we must laugh at.

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