For Emily Dickinson

        My 27 feet long
        6 feet high windows
        would have displeased her
        but would not have released her

        from her whim–
        dressing in white
        to write out of sight
        of him should he visit.

        But not to hide
        the hummingbirds
        at their feeder outside,
        wings beating soundless–

        their rapidity
        she would say was Poetry
        when such knowledge
        blew off the top

        of her head.