I’m looking for hummingbirds
in the hibiscus
pretending the fat bees
clogged with pollen
(like gold dust)
hold as much beauty
as those tiny, dewdrop birds
I’m staring at the sky
searching for spectrums
arcs of color
but I only see the steel clouds
grey as gunmetal
blueing in the middle
sliding, like tar, over solid sky
covering this August scorch
like a roaring savior
bringing their curtain of rain
