Dragonfly

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.