Jesse Glass
STILL LIFE WITH DRAGONFLY
The void's struck through it & opened dun bells
behind the dried blisters of the eyes & within
the legs a chaos heaved & spread itself in a claw
weakly grappling August light
now laved in September light
made brittle by sun's heat
with dust & husks & cigarette butts upon the sill
prismatic wings
stiffened like paddles
no longer stir the lion-colored air
but abrade away with a breath, sinuous
among mite-shredded leaves
conchoid fractures
a dim slither of energy
alive with a dance of spiders
& past the grit on the window
a stone rolls upright
pushed by an old man.