Kitchen Window

Dusty kitchen window
Facing acres of loneliness
Her hands steeped in soapy water
Washing
Cup, spoon, saucer
The repeated motions
Cause a tidal wave of unremarkable despair
She softly hums
Discontented tunes of nothingness

On the other side of the glass
A solitary hummingbird
Pauses mid-flight
Beats its iridescent wings
Plunges its pointed beak
Into the depths of an orange blossom
Dangling
From a trumpet vine

For a moment
Her reflection in the window
Merges with the outline of the hummingbird
Eyes in feathers, lips in wings
Cross sections of stagnant flight
She dips her hands into the only nectar she knows.

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CharMarie

Mommy, Writer, Teacher, BRCA2+ Previvor, Sports Fan, Logophile, Bibliophile, Hedonist, Perpetual Bon Vivant mixed with the Occasional Curmudgeon. you can find me on Twitter @CharIsAWriter and here at charcunning.wordpress.com

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