A hummingbird is hovering. The cops
are interviewing a girl past the copse.
Her voice is high and rapid like these wings
fast-moving in a frenzy. My heartstrings
plucked by the plight of her passioned despair
nectar she's seeking simply isn't there.
Discouraged, by the bird and woman fly
I sit alone under the threatening sky
turn off the apps that suck energy dry
by virtue of the trolls casting lures wide
and games with blinking lights and circus sounds
the time to create obviously now
Inspired by: Troll, Discouraged, Virtue.
Featured image: First pickling cucumber from the garden
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