With but her eyes and nose
above the water
the Widow Wyile glides silently
through the brown lake
marvelling over myriad pairs
of iridescent blue and green
damselflies gliding to and fro
above the gently rippled surface
and her peacock-blue swim-capped head
a quiet summery Odonata aeroport
of convivial wheeling activity
with occasional dragonfly passersby
and brief landings upon swimmers’ heads
fly damselfly fly