Among the Leaves
Barbara Evans Stanush
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You found it, high amid the thick branches
upright on a twig, plastered with lichen1
blending with the live oak.
You spied it, bright-eyed daughter,
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keen to find another life
among the hard leaves. You climbed
to watch a hummer feeding nestlings;
their tiny beaks gaped red. The mother
did not scare. The nest bulged with growing.
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You called me to the mystery - so slight
I lost the nest each time my stare wavered.
You balanced on the ladder, took a photograph.
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Opening a box chock full of unclaimed views,
I gaze at live oak leaves. In black
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and white, a puzzle
until you, long grown and distant, recall
the hummingbird, remind me of the nest.
The littlest nest crafted by a mother
who fused spiderwebs and moss into a bowl
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of softest down and laid two pulsing ovals,
warmed them, brooded them to flight.
Moments
hidden in the live oak
large among the leaves.
In the poem, the hummingbird's nest is a symbol of -
Responses
lost opportunities
lost opportunities
former relationships
former relationships
distant childhood
distant childhood
past adventures
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