Flowers 2

By Raquel Reyes-Lopez

Hummingbirds hang on telephone wires
waiting to fly again, always stuck waiting.
Sun rays beat up my delicate skin.
All I recall are his dirt dipped eyes.

I know one thing
before he leftwhen we kissed
todas las flores
se hicieron
marchitas.

& Earth was left thirsty
but the moon she melted
into my pupils.

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