Valley of the Hummingbirds
This Colorado ghost town had decayed into a tourist trap.
Half the buildings were repurposed.
Only a few looked original.
I felt a bit cheated.
My friend gobbled on an oversized ice-cream cone.
and became a child again for a moment.
I bought a tie-dyed T-shirt for no particular reason.
I felt like a fake hippie from the late sixties.
Outside an antique shop, a middle-aged couple sat like stones.
Without a smile between them.
I took a quick gander at their wares.
I passed on a vintage bird bath with a patina angel straddling its dusty lip...
There were hummingbirds everywhere.
Dive bombing and darting.
Fearless amidst the tourists.
High on fake sugar and mountain air.
They owned the ghost town and knew it.
I no longer felt cheated.
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