Like mating dragonflies
I saw two milkweed
dandelions joined in flight.
They sank to the yellow Bermuda
like white umbrella spines
then slowly rose above
the fence of brambles
and out of sight.
Love is heavy, love is light.
We rose from wild mustard
as one cabbage moth,
white wing on white,
amidst the solitary lightning bugs
of this New Jersey night.
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