Dragonflies
I walked through clouds of dragonflies today. They hover a few feet above the ground on all the grassy fields and yards in the neighborhood this morning. From a distance they all look the same dark color. Just big black bugs swarming over the dry grass. They did not seem to mind me, parting slightly to let me pass then falling back into their ordered randomness. Their transparent wings propellered through each dodge and weave. Up close they reveal bodies of gold, chocolate, bronze, copper. The neighborhood is quiet, but there is just enough noise from (happy for dragonfly breakfast) frogs and distant cars to mask the sound of the dragonflies.
I imagine their noise, not as a buzz, but as a light metallic shimmer, winding from their wings like invisible ribbons.
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