I'm waiting to die;
I think it will happen soon-
this morning, I saw
two bright hummingbirds battling
over some sugar water.
I know; I was there.
I chased after them for you
until thirst stopped me.
Fetch me some water. I have
a little sugar for you.
by Robert Lee Brewer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An interesting poem and form. Thanks, Robert