1. High Heel Étude
Noon.
The firm, energetic, report
of heels pulse down
bright halls.
Sharp steps merge into
melodious composition,
Sweet as the snap of a hand mirror's close
when your love is done making her face.
2. Dead Dragonfly
I traced a
descending node
over the park's
zoned space.
A dead dragonfly's
oil spill spectrum wings
leapt to my eyes
from dark pavement
As warm winds shook
diaphanous
prisms mimicking
life in vivid hues.
1 comment:
Your etude is enchanting ... especially the final verse.
Whenever I swam in my beloved Horseshoe Pond - which was daily and nightly (except when it was slushy or frozen) - dragon flies kept me company just an elbow length away. I loved them so for this.
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