by Harry Kemp
The sunlight speaks. And it’s voice is a bird:
It glitters half-guessed half seen half-heard
Above the flower bed. Over the lawn …
A flashing dip and it is gone.
And all it lends to the eye is this —
A sunbeam giving the air a kiss.
I’m a fixer, a flutterer, a mutterer
I need a corner to call my own.
Where I can share some nectar, be a little bold
–Write the words
that hummingbird wings are trying to tickle out of my soul.
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