First HummingbirdA Poem by Brian Rihlmann
on my front porch
spring’s first hummingbird hovers at the vine many years ago you came to me like that I had just opened fluted pink, glistening in the morning dew a scent drew you from that shantytown of needles and bruises back ten years in time, you imagined to before imprisonment slaps for dirty dishes and photos that begged for flame and I was a shiver at the soft breeze of your wings nectar in a tiny fountain and you drank until dust © 2019 Brian Rihlmann |
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Added on September 23, 2019 Last Updated on September 23, 2019 Tags: Past, relationships, sad, abuse AuthorBrian RihlmannReno, NVAboutHello, I began writing poetry seriously about two years ago, but I’ve been writing for much longer than that. Since then I’ve been published in quite a few online blogs, magazines and jou.. more.. |