Unhindered, then, for a moment
we spent our time like a fall of golden coins--
wine and air and light at the end
at the end of the garden--
hemming and hawing over humming-
birds, or charming diagrams of them
and whether or not they make a sound.
They are quite violent,
these natives of the apple tree,
sometimes pictured as the lemon tree
across from the bar and parking lot
when I run out of red.
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