Thursday

Is it less is more
or more is less?
I found four chickens
in the kitchen again
pecking the flour . . .
on the floor.
Maybe it's more or less
about being in the sun
for an hour or two
this afternoon:
More moment and
less momentum.
I can smell grapevines,
the sweetest aroma
beckoning pollinators.
A rufous hummer glows more
and hovers less, tirelessly
darting between the wires.

--Janell W., Adult