(A coronavirus poem)

At the edge of my lanai

a hummingbird dazzles

over the stamen

of a gardenia bloom

A myna bird diving

from a banana tree

plucks it midair

with a moist “schlupp!”

sweeps smartly

in an untouched breeze

down the slope to an opening

in green groundcover;

drops its catch on a bare spot

between two others of its kind

that hop closer, twitch

their heads and beaks,

feast upon the delicate specter

Squinting from my lawn chair

I can’t seem to bring

back the sight

of the hummingbird

hovering there

Gone too, the joy

I felt