Hummingbird I wait

I prepared you fresh nectar

you keep me waiting

one lone tomato

an elegant skin so green

we share a moment

under umbrella

social distanced from the clouds

loved presence afar

poor man hungry steals

bread sentenced egregiously

criminals pardoned

distant night approach

whisper secrets of the day

I am listening

cannot help myself

‘Round Midnight’ by Monk playing

my patio chill

Icarus beware

of hubris when you climb heights

beware loftiness