Cooler nights, shorter days, the sun is still hot after the Equinox.
Late afternoon light shines amber, humidity low; white clouds
dot sky blue. Disrupting lawnmower cuts to silence, releasing
a throng of midges and skeeters mid-air; a signal to an incoming swarm.
Jeweled helicopters, describing figure eights through backyards, gather for
a spontaneous reunion. Blue dasher, green darner, flame skimmer;
perchers and fliers alike, older than dinosaurs, wings whirring, jaws crunching,
duping weather radars with phantom rain; and just as quickly as it started,
the unexpected party ends, the sun sets; and no one is any wiser.