Hovering Over Coffee

a warm Autumn afternoon,

when one hummingbird
sizzling, flits across 

the Starbucks' parking

lot, flirts with everything before
it first tastes then guzzles
an orange blossom

all the while hovering over hot
concrete like cupid in disguise--

and, for just a moment I am
in this breeze swimming
with enchanted eyes

through classic rock songs swirling

into a Sea of Love
and must hear your answer

now--

Hey..hey baby

I wanna know
if you'll be be my girl?