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Anna’s at his Bath


The Anna’s Hummingbird
sits, impossibly,
on the rock edge,
the very lip,
where the water falls…

dividing the water
like a tiny Moses,
the rod of his bill
held high.

The gorget flashes
like glory over the waters,
even in the shadows
of the ornamental stream.

You have to wonder
if he could not have found
somewhere more convenient,
more comfortable, more secure,
for his bath.

But then he is, perhaps,
in all his ways,
showy enough
to off-set his size.