by CE Chaffin

    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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