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.