Hummingbirds

Hummingbirds cut arcs

right angles

trapezoids and triangles

and fancy geometric curves

as they hover and hum.

Their voices are small stones

quartz chips that hit

                                                                    they flit away 

stoke up on flower’s

nectar they sip

through long beaks. 

They prepare for long flights south

peer in our windows

and chase each other away

they drain our hanging feeders

each day.