I have two feeders,
filled with Hummingbird
nectar–red,
to attract birds
with wings
that would appear
to be impossible
to lift a heavy body.

Two hummingbirds
dart in from opposite trees,
hover near the feeders.
The larger male
keeps watch over his
chosen feeder,
aggressive,
attacking other birds.

In his actions,
I take the young female
to be his favorite
of the other four
or five birds that
dart in and out,
for he.
never routs her.

Watching the two birds
this morning, I remember
the two origami hummingbirds
a young student made for me,
one large and one small.
On red paper, she wrote:
Don’t forget me.
I go inside and find the three momentos.

I frame them
with this poem
and hang them on the wall
to share
with every guest
who gets up,
walks across the room

and reads the words.
Most of them will ask
about the young lady.