I hosed down my house yesterday,
Adjusting the old brass nozzle
Until it sluiced diehard spider webs
From under the highest eaves.
Theyâ€™ll be backâ€”and the dust
Thatâ€™s never discouraged.
But this morning the paint glistens
And a hummingbird
Keeps tap-tapping everywhere,
Mistaking my house
For a huge white flower,
Determined to find its nectar.