Visitor #5
While Detroit is becoming alive, it does allow one
to come to its city and be whomever he is in whatever setting she chooses.
Next comes a hummingbird of joy down the road, who
hovers eye to eye with Peter. The little
hummingbird asks if she may contribute herself to the soup. Peter thinks excitedly about the nectar being
offered from this tiny, fleeting, flitting bird. But the hummingbird means to offer her body to be burned and boiled. Peter does not hesitate to say no to his
gracious visitor, whose ancestors have been gathering nectar for thousands of
years.
The little bird does not know of the Great
Creator’s gift and sacrifice. It was
Creativity’s one last sacrifice for all the good of life, for Detroit, for the
soup and the world as we know it. So the
hummingbird shares, happily, her gathered nectar of the day with Peter and his
soup.
He watches her fly off under the white wings of
doves and geese, heading in a southerly direction.
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