Hummingbird Walk

A trackless wind scatters his mind leaves fly away where no leaves are. A hummingbird inside his chest drums, the evening is escaping down roads long plowed over with remorseless change. It never used to be like this; he had once been the bold pirate of his fate his ship sailed away one day only to return in flames. Sometimes you have to shrug, keep walking around a small municipal park until a parked car follows you home The city will swallow its many tongues then bury its hummingbird mind until the dawn retrieves a life once more.