Produced by Dennis Camire
This week’s poem is by Robert Chute of Poland, Maine. His most recent book is “Excuse for Being Here,” published by Just Write Books, 2013.
By Robert Chute
Every spring on the shore of Range Pond
Where I live dragon fly nymphs (hardly
Nymph-like in mythological style) decide
To shed their stiff-legged, armored skin
And jaws, leave the water and may (I measured
It today) may climb a five foot rocky
Bank, cross five feet of grass, climb up a
Post to handrail twenty-four-feet long.
Up the sloping front lawn to the rail’s
Suspended end to split their stiff outer
Surface for it’s body to emerge, inflate,
Dry wings, and fly away. Three such brittle
Aquatic nymph’s hollow shapes were there today.
How can such dragons fly? If we, odd-formed
Stiff-legged inventive humans can, why not they?
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