how the hummingbird knew
I would deliver him is unclear
and somewhat miraculous
the flash at his throat
reminded me of you –
that gleam before the deeper
hours of night descend
how true that some longings
can never be emancipated
© Sarah Whiteley
ebbtide 
Indeed some longings cling to us…no matter how hard we try to free ourselves.
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Exquisite!
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Well expressed.
Thank you, Sarah, for following my blog.
My best to you
john
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