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I heard the buzz of his wings
before I saw him, and I laughed
at the fact that he’d returned.
“Couldn’t resist, hey?” I say
as he settles on the little clump
of barely opened blossoms
“Nope,” I imagine him saying.
“And you were right about
the purple ones.”