Michael R. Collings, 'Summer Dreams'

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Summer Dreams

Dragonflies
remove me fifty years and
a thousand miles in
time and space

to reed-lined
ponds ripe with algae and
clotted with moss;
where heat

beat sullen
tattoos on bare-skin backs
and stifled breath;
where air

hung heavy
over dust-strewn lanes;
and only glittering
flight broke

the still,
glittering dragonflies’
stolid flight through
solid air

and fragile,
iridescent, young boys’
summertime
dreams.

By Michael R. Collings