And
my favorites
are you and
next would be hummingbirds or
daffodils in spring
and let’s not forget poetry,
written suspended on invisible wings
in
lines across, then down the page,
lines repeating
in the following stanza, but not
all lines, not one, not
many, but
some.

And
my favorites
are you and
next would be hummingbirds or
daffodils in spring,
and always poetry.