Hummingbird Fantasy

In Siena, in a garden, there were hummingbirds. At Chanticleer, they are suspendered from the air. Once, last year, at Adam's house, they helicoptered in while Adam and I spoke of Philadelphia history and writer dreams.

I've wanted hummingbirds. I've hung a glass feeder, filled it with sugar juice. I've planted a trumpet vine and arranged bright flowers beneath the nest that the robin has built in my rafters.

I've wanted hummingbirds, and yesterday, while slicing zucchini, thick, I looked up t