when i came home a hummingbird

lay dead on my pillow

as if placed by design, a charm

spine-stunned

i stood in a breath

staring at its iridescence

in the hollow where i put my head

a dried bead of nectar

on it's flower-throated bill

the time-waved glass 

full of bay light

and the drone of bees

i put the hummingbird in a fruit jar

and hid it in the rafters

where its iridesence increased

impossibly

the wild white plum blossoms

in the yard

(i wrote this a long time ago and i always wanted to try it again, to capture it, to feel the moment of discovering. i think this was the earliest, but still i changed it. i added impossibly, and wild.)