Archilochus colubris II
Peasant Joan full of grace steals in softly while King George is away. She dips her head and drinks long of the sweet water, pausing only to listen, only a moment. Another long draught and a sly turn of her graceful head: King George races by calling someone a thief. She never flinches, never quavers, but drinks long and deep of the living water till King George returns and she takes her leave. Atta girl. Drink up. This abundance is for you, too.
Hummingbird Poems: Archilochus colubris I
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Rachel S. Donahue is a poet and the Chief Creative Officer of Bandersnatch Books, a small press publisher of treasures found off the beaten path for lovers of all that is good, true, and beautiful.
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