http://thmiii.com/?p=221 The strong wind pushes and whips
a dragonfly far from water
I nearly step on its glassy wings
but the light of its shimmer catches my eye
I lift and hold its delicateness
in the palm of my aging hand
the black veins of its travels
the circuitry of its flight
are transparent in each flutter
I set it in a tree to recover
hoping the camouflage of its invisibility
will save it from another injury
so that it take off and alight again
and find its way back to the mirror
of itself on the shore. (persis karim)