Juli Kroll

TWO DRAGONFLIES

Two dragonflies engaged
in sexual trance -
tails cocked to heaven

the one crumpled, askew.

Black fuss
with gauze shawls

they grew -

and the sun rolled around the sky
its fevered, exasperated eye.

"We're gonna die! We're gonna die!"
The cicadas screamed from the glade.

Cottonwood shrapnel made haste
for the pool

And when I opened the door again
they were gone

two bullets, tardy and beautiful.

Copyright © Juli A.Kroll, 2002.  All Rights Reserved.

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