No Umbrella

He did not see the hummingbird,
Its iridescent scales
Flashing small rainbows in the noonday sun.

He did hot hear the electric buzz
Of its pulsing wings,
Hovering above a honeysuckle flower,
Sipping nectar,
Dusting pollen.

He did not feel the rising humidity
Giving promise to possible showers.

No seeing.
No hearing.
No umbrella.

~ Russ Allison Loar
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