two orange dragonflies who weave their spiraling dance in loops above the pond are dating three orange dragonflies that weave their spiraling dance in loops above the pond are a doomed threesome one lover will be spurned and spin off the other two will end their double-wheeled twist of a weightless roller coaster ride on a twig then with bodies probing, on will consummate with a final twirl and deposit, a double helix of DNA what can you say about those who never mo

I dressed myself before I could tie my shoes found friends, tasted pain taught how to read and write studied hard, the world and myself more years, more courses on myself new pain, new confusion, graduated into a job, many jobs met a lot of people, more pain fell into, then deserted by love a different pain, got married, realized intimacy retired, relaxed, started hobbies and pondering with poetry and if you asked me today how life has educated me, I’d say I’ve un-learned i

I’ll be withered, bent, an old tree living on sips of sap my apple smile, now the dead fruit hidden in fallen leaves my world will become a mini racetrack, a closed circuit of rusted bumper cars with flat tires and bent axles if I live long enough, loneliness will be a constant companion, silent, faithful, loyal to the end but writing poems, may keep the twinkle in my eyes from turning into despondent cataracts or my vision may swing inward, 180 degrees, and like a