mention to me the dragonfly

asphalt, brays it’s black gray
pea gravel screams, and tar, gleams
pocketing a destroyers sun then, sudden as stars- extinction
the wings find purchases in stillness
death has bought a moment of
equanimity before the soft, earnest feast
before the history of light & furry
can be written- the pale blue & common
flowers bloom palms- and my human mind
sees biplanes & wind mills, wars &
ultra-violent mushroom clouds
smoldering, a sign rising from glass paneled wings
dormant in forever; a proud sparrow
vacant as a Nazi, hopping to the maddest
dictators- heart and mind unraveling a power no greater
than rain, a gentle demolition a shadow cast by the moon
all nothing- only there to remind me of the clay growing up
through my own feet, and my cloistered fire fed by time
hardening each breath, each vein, until my eyes are opaque
and my sight is as rigid as glass- burned pure stone my
heart, rugged porcelain waits for the day it is broken,
by beak or claw or the blizzard feet of the one longed for.

stir ashes with twigs tonight.

introduced early to
discrete disappearances
new water in the corridor
revels no surprises
there blinks the eyes that
are past eyes,
and and a mouth filled with
black straw smolders
in silence
knowing the footsteps that
echo, knowing the breath
that fills the chamber walls,
each moment a brick that
builds the room of life where
dusting capacitors, and
ringing coffee pots fresh
with their electric directives;
glass and silver- connect
each morning to rest
against a wall of dawn where
the reluctant mind reflects
on the cautious mouth
surrounded by chrome and sun
exhaling a calligraphy
that writes out the
pervasive soul- a book
read over and over, in memory of you.