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Ruby Throated Moses

When my eye caught the green surprise

of a hummingbird inside the dim garage,

like a brooch pinned against the sheetrock wall,

I canted open the creaking garage door

and tossed him back to blinding summer life.

He spiraled into brilliance, out of sight.

When Michelangelo struck Moses’ knee

and shouted at him, “Speak!,” the chisel made

a dent. But Moses kept his glaring silence.

And yet, through the statue’s marble hair, a wildness

stuck out two ridged horns and spoke.

“Let this be light,” it said. “Let this be light.”