elegant long bluetail
dragonflies, wings
iridescent like stained
glass art
delicate upturned spokes
of dandelion seeds
lifting, leaving each mother
on an invisible wind
intermingling, conversing
on a pale turquoise wash
of delicate muslin
billowing on a breeze
warm with the tang
of lemons
breathing life
into the drapes
that fall
in soft cascades
her gaze is held by their grace—
fluid, flirtatious—
too winsome to clothe
her windows
she brings one to her face
breathes in
feels its freshness
she will free them
from their hooks
she wants their touch to her skin