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Sep 2023
Lawrence Hall, HSG
Mhall46184@aol.com
Dispatches for the Colonial Office

                           A Station Stop for the Hummingbird Express

Hummingbirds buzz the sugar water buffet
At this junction for the connection to Mexico
I feel I should be wearing a white apron and cap
Refills for everyone – and will that be to go?

No ideological baggage, no bumper stickers
Their maps all drawn for them by an invisible Hand
Their simple duties a transcendent joy
An ancient mission through divine command

Hummingbirds buzz the sugar water buffet
Then with a goodbye to summer they wing away
Hummingbirds
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Lawrence Hall
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