Brass Knuckled Friendship
After a baker's dozen years
a hummingbird friend
suddenly appears
a bit wing-weary
still stunning
flashing killer wares.
A thousand adventures
a million petals sipped,
I'm just an old twist
on her lengthy
ice cream cone list.
She takes a nibble-lick
just for old time's sake.
Then away she flits
to the next gilded glade
that no longer exists...
Into a maelstrom of thorns, she fled
never to return.
I'll miss our brass-knuckled friendship
another rock-hard lesson learned.
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