I’d sooner fold airplanes than hummingbirds,
crisp-crease the fuselage, blunt the nose
for mass and pulling, right tension the wing
for a bit curl and lift, turn up the rudder
with a pinch. This I can muster.
And though I can muster a glide depending,
I’ve never mastered the birds, never tried.
I spied a red-tail today, easy on the wind,
folding air not paper, folding a hunt
in tight turns, folding my flat paper ways
into a hummingbird still and lapping.