Little bird. blue flash and judder,
joins us at our table.
Hummingbird, smaller than its name,
darts between the sounds to take a look, a shudder
The bench creaks, leaning on the ears
of our attention. All the while we are pulled prostrate to pacific promise.
An exotic buzz sets time to the
tone-full tremor of the huge blue hue.
Another monk scrapes up the gravel to
greet silence and invite her to dwell in his eyes.
The sun pulses perpetual stillness and
makes ready for its decent, everlasting.
