On the other side
of my Nana’s kitchen window,
hummingbirds sip nectar
from a trumpet vine
and I know her forest-yard keeps her
sane in seasons when surprises
pile up in the sink like spoons
and when I finally say it,
it is long after the hydrangeas
turn paper white, drop to dirt.
She tells me she saw a mama deer
birth twin fawns last week,
that she calls them sweetie—
that she knew the whole time.
Cover Art: Way to my Heart London, by Kateryna Bortsova
