Dragonfly

Gone is the rain, chased by sky candle. Everywhere is blooming, on bird-road the dragonfly, devil’s darning needle, ear cutter, snake doctor. Earth dwellers’ dreadful names you wear; your translucent wings soar in the sun. You stalk. You prey, in broad daylight. You open mouth to prey, a predator on the loose. Mosquitoes, gnats are in your noose. Flying high, you search for a mate. Rest, you must on blade of grass. In careful watch, you must; children passing by, your wings wishing to pluck. How they laugh at you, you standing on your head on the grass; tail straight, the giraffe. In the groove, in the notch you conjugate. Mating wheel clear to watch. Audible impact, the lust; teasing and fussing a dragonfly on my callaloo; oh ho! you are the tantaboo.