Trumpet flower,
the hummingbird's wing music.
Empty feeder,
a hummingbird tastes shiny wind chimes.
Cloud forest,
a clear view of moths that mimic hummingbirds.
Empty nest,
the hummingbird hovers.
Sunny window, rainbows in a prism,
and beyond the window a hummingbird,
each feather a prism.
When I learned that hummingbirds
do not exist beyond the Americas,
I realized that all my life
I have taken iridescence for granted.
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