Kitchen Window

Dusty kitchen window
Facing acres of loneliness
Her hands steeped in soapy water
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
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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