lydia
how high i fly i dip and rise,
ride the air of a seafoam tide,
i glide o’er wheat-field gold, ride high o’er backyard rows
and in mid-strife i make a life in midair,
then duck low below the dandelion weeds
and come to rest
on a blade of grass with wings flat, free —
my body is sectioned with bulbous beads of a caterpillar fashion,
pointed and caste long as a dunce-man’s cap due west to east,
two pair of spider’s webs make up my netted wings,
metallic blue and green glitter
with an emerald oil sheen,
i’m of the order Odonata
and frequently play among
the cattails and bullfrogs
near my favorite pond
