
like flame-red hair swirling as if a dragon
breathes in & out, air, wispy as steam is hot.
oding pretty damsels, gleaming by daylight,
watch them skim & glide in playful-flight
jaunty & kirby, sport filmy see-through-wear
as diamond dartles, metallic-clear, darling
little scarletts in sparkling ivory pintails
migrant and blue-eyed vagrant sprites
dance, cunningly flounce while they dodge
poles erected which bear a smudge
of gooey, soppy birdlime [meanwhile,
a scalding Indonesian frier's on fire;
forerunner of dunk and plunge] then swarm
confounding lips, drooling with hunger
for winsome things, flimsy & light—
aptly sauced & spiced ready for brunch;
those quirky things, they carry
massive crushes for these creatures
and their improbable ambrosial crunch
but today portends to be a bust. what a delight!