She disappeared in December
Like a cat that no one ever fed
Winter calmed her in a way that drugs could not
She walked with apparitions
A ghost
Lost in drifts of snow
The first known photographs
Are like faded dreams images of generals
Dead presidents mountains
Dead presidents mountains
Or an ocean
Hidden in the clouds
Of a descending fog
In spring a ruby throated
hummingbird
(In white) hovers above a
bloom
I see it now
A promise made in a cold
month
A declaration of peace
Made at the end of a war a wish a kind of hope
Made at the end of a war a wish a kind of hope
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