Poems by Roberta
Sunday, August 5, 2007
Most Perfect Soul
A most perfect soul
is the hummingbird
fluttering fast and free
tasting the sweetest nectars
a glittering vision
speed-flitting through space
dispatched perhaps
from beyond the thither.
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