Stillness Poem by Mark Heathcote

Stillness



In the stillness of a beat,
there are hummingbirds
that doesn't rely on deadpan feet;
wings so fast they can't be seen.
Oh, how indeed they hover
angelic-like over one another—
twitching left to right
glowing green, then amber
pink-then-a metallic gold with delight,
almost as if they weren't in flight.

Thursday, August 14, 2014
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