Claim this feather call,
colloid of song.
If cackle were caw or whistle a taunt;
if strutting had a sound, if pleading a peep.
Listen.
Deconstruct the whir shaving the breeze:
The hummingbird
and her last trumpet flower.
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Published in Amsterdam Quarterly, summer 2024 (fortieth issue), Vibration(s) theme