Itamambuca

The Flower Kissers, the Beija Flor, needle nectar from petal heart
Their wings strumming the air with rapid rhythm

They are perfection in miniature

These I spied in the Brazilian rainforest, hung by the road
They shot like bullets above my head
Their humming beat mingling with the breaking surf

I’m not often speechless

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