Working Title: Mother

A dragonfly beats
its body against the pane
of the cabin window.

Bees violently
flirt under the eave.
A daisy breaks
its neck toward a humming-
bird.

I'm remembering your
pansies and gladiolas doodled
during church around rose
bushes under the eyelashes
of your color-penciled gardener.
The impressions of violets over
stone raise a greater
ecstasy in you than Paw-paw's
sermon in neighbors in pews.

These fragile fliers and flowers remind me of you.

Especially this dragonfly flailing
against the pane.
A tenacity of spirit, not body,
keeps it afloat and fighting.