poem

while measuring my blood pressure
(disappointing numbers)
through the biggest window
I saw a hummingbird land for a moment
on the leafless January dogwood

a black silhouette against
the next-door beige Brutalist behemoth
built after demolishing this humble house's twin
after Steve and Eydie (their real names!) left
and moved their lives across town

the hummingbird wasn't there tomorrow
(but my numbers were a little better)