I live near a pond where dragonflies play all summer. The most gorgeous of them to my eyes are pondhawks.
“Pondhawk”
Emerald frond clings
six spindle legs on
the tall grass chute
four laced wavering wings.
I wait
watching
leopard frog’s eyes
blown glass bulbs like
bubbles at the surface
amid marsh grass high.
Pondhawk
standing,
its compound eyes stalk
territory for food
existing for its brood
for more pondhawks.
Peter Walks for Democracy 