Hummingbird - Chris Staples

Hummingbird flap your tiny wings

Stick your skinny beak into everything

Too many choices

One million tempting voices

Imaginary nothing

Constructed out of nothing

Tried to get your fill

But your fill could not be gotten

Your senses were gratified

But the pleasure was forgotten

And your memories are building up

Now they’re breaking through the levy

And your back to where you started

You’re crying like a baby

Hummingbird where you going to go when it starts to rain?

Where you going to go when

The winter comes again