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  • A hummingbird nest
    holds four tiny eggs
    Coqui sing out their name
    in their native frog tongue

    Palm fronds, I make a hat
    from a fallen leaf
    entering ever deeper
    into the mist

    In the forest they call home
    I try to touch clouds, hard to grasp
    ethereal, my hand is empty
    waterfall laughing at my folly

    Draped delicately, barely noticeable
    a raiment of sky
    a shape-shifting adornment
    settles on my shoulders

    Enveloped in clouds
    that taste like tears
    the jungle, the mountain
    are big inside my smallness
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