you asked me once, to look
inside a poem.

and here we are
beside an echo, blue blanket and
bucket of tears.

it goes without saying, whether
you drink
or never drink, the bucket
stays full.

and there–
a hummingbird, not humming.
curious, though. as to why
it’s taken you so long
to appear.


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