I hung a
hummingbird feeder outside my window
The horizon is
empty where a house once stood—
shingles crushed,
glass shattered, beams broken.
I hung a
hummingbird feeder outside my window.
The dump trucks
are gone and the excavator is stilled.
The demolition
work is done—that which withstood
tornadoes,
storms, and depression fell in eight hours.
I hung a
hummingbird feeder outside my window.