Flying Free
by Judy Brutz
The hummingbird lies in my hand, her heart
beating fast after being measured, weighed
her feathers gently parted
to reveal her translucent skin on her belly.
“She has an egg,” he observes. “They will lay one egg
then two or three days later, she lays another.”
She lies in my palm, looking at me,
then flies free.
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