Watermelon Tourmaline

I hold the hummingbird with both hands and in that expanse 
it seems to me a ripple in the water — a reflection fractured 
like watermelon tourmaline with a sledgehammer. there’s 
no good reason now for dinner. I do not want to eat with hands that 
felt a heart’s last flutter — that smoothed the soil gently.


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