in the dusk we saw them fluttering over lilac blossoms,
what looked like hummingbirds were moths, there was no
whirring, no calorie wasted stirring air unneccesarily
just as the bees settle lazily onto pollen heavy stamen,
their wings at rest while they gather the nectar
onto their bodies to carry home to their queen.
if only I were the Queen, I'd play cards at night while
hummingbird moths flittered around me, casting
candlelight shadows across full wine glasses.
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