October 21, 2020Hummingbird
the counter filled with regulars, I tip
silently over its edge
a cork chirps in the bartender’s palm
as she unpierces its screw
squeak of wood against metal
of hand held to animal
sound of my father cupping
the cat-bloodied hummingbird
through our back lawn as its
wings beat
his hands like a heart
from #69 - Fall 2020