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| Frank Cone |
A hummingbird pauses by the window
where I sit writing I swear
it’s my friend Norma flitting around
two days after her memorial
a reminder to step
into the morning glory’s purple gaze
to welcome the ancient oak in the dog park
that offers me a branch
low enough to climb and sit on
That night the full moon hanging low in the sky
over the city, over the bay, over the town,
guiding us home after the jazz show
where the singer’s voice
tumbled and rose with the saxophone
like the moon playing hide and seek
with the clouds
The next day two hummingbirds
fly figure eights near our cherry tree
—fruitless—yet this morning
a crimson cherry hangs by its stem
(Originally published on Poem Farm, June 22, 2025)
© LeeAnn Pickrell
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| LeeAnn Pickrell |
LeeAnn Pickrell’s debut collection is Gathering the Pieces of Days from Unsolicited Press. Her chapbook Punctuated was published in 2024 by Bottlecap Press, and her book Tsunami is forthcoming in 2026, also from Unsolicited Press. She lives in Richmond, California. See more at www.leeannpickrell.com.
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