It’s Tinker Bell, clutching
her one feeling
at a time. No,
it’s a trained hummingbird.

No, my guardian angel or
the street genius.
It’s a selfie drone
that hovers overhead

to protect or endanger
my airspace—
depending on mood
and time of day.

When I close my eyes,
I see it could be
a Mellotron or a real Dobro
that breaks my heart.