Lady Dragonfly

Dragonfly wings
filled with a gust of September air
appear around the corner

she dangles as a puppet
in free formation
over five late summer orchids
none like the other

her head as empty as a paper lantern
laying in the ocean waves
yet the candle is lit

she spies the wood of our old porch
a haven for a moment

a year passes through her
before she endeavors onward

bees tease
but escape her this season

she will not see another
and I will have to tell her what she missed
when our heavens mix
in days yet to come