Dragonfly hunter

August 8, 2001

Stand still

as the stakes bracing

the tomato plants.

Wait.

An iridescent quiver

of wings drifts

nearer the cosmos

growing wild

amid green and red rows.

Quick! Catch it

with your eyes.

Transfix

the pivoting gossamer

to memory's

translucent page.

Watch gold glimmer

and glide away.