Poets' Lunch
The others gather in the kitchen
between verses
The cabin in the nature center
shuns city life.
A hummingbird hovers at the window
fluttering my imagination.
I keep secret our conversation
while others make lunch.
I turn to nature, my muse,
when shaping poems.
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