Humming bird’s cousin

We have no humming birds
But we do have their cousin,
The tiny sun bird in balcony.

This bird is brained enough
Trying to build its new nest
On a hanging internet wire.

It is not compromising data
But perhaps we cannot have
A feathered guest in balcony

Like an underwear hanging
To dry by the incoming sun,
A sun bird on a clothesline.

The poet aunt thought bird
Humming guest from Tunis,
The incoming evanescence.

Every blossom on her bush
Is adjusting a tumbled head.
Here there are no blossoms

Blushing on bush in balcony
Only an underwear hanging
On the clothesline intimately.

( Recalling Emily Dickinson’s poem The Route of Evanescence)

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