She Who Has Fallen

 Si tu le souhaites—
  
 That the hummingbird
 hitches rides on the backs
 of other birds is a fanciful myth.
 As dust twists, smothers us
 in its unromantic cloak,
 somewhere moving parts
 spark ingenuity in the tender quiet. 
  
  
 Si tu savais—
  
 Within a gnarled tree
 that’s name escapes me,
 the small night scatters in pieces,
 calling night swallows to surge and fall
 in gentle arcs.  Too cold a sentence
 the gingko tree bears.
  
 Si tu veux—
  
 The Santa Anas
 aren’t always the enemy.
 In fact, some say
 no better friend
 will you find.
             (I have the right to burn bridges.)