Dragonflies

As summer inches its way into fall
like a dying old man struggling for one last breath
if one listens closely
one can hear the flutter of dragonflies fucking
and fish jumping
and drunks drinking
and thinkers thinking,
one can hear fall rolling down the hill
with cold nights whispering promise
of frost
as the lakes drain slowly into the fading creeks
if one listens closely
one can hear the flutter of dragonflies fucking