Our guests will not require a chair,
but hover, swoop—in iridescent blur,
sip homemade nectar sitting on the air,
and drum our ears with psychedelic whir.

Impossible proboscis both deploy,
one round, a dumpling hanging in the air,
awaits assurance from the smaller boy—
are we safe? the cats are everywhere.

A fine mess, Ollie, this time, Stanley chirps—
I'm glad you called me over here today.
And should we wish to order some dessert,
a red begonia hangs a foot away.

And quickly as they came, fly off—
the airborne clowns bounce up into the trees;
electric hum and orange flame aloft
illuminate my foot-bound gravity.


4 August 2009


Photo from Wikipedia http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Haeckel_Trochilidae.jpg