broken beer bottles
jagged and sharp
sit glistening in the bike path
sending prisms of refracted sunlight
dancing across the mud puddle
bouncing off an isolated dragonfly
its metallic green body shimmering
in the rainstorm of glass prisms
slowly one wing stretches upwards
its veins showing opaque
in the near see-through wing
a soft buzzing in the distance
signals the rain has ended
and the crickets are stirring
greedily gnashing mandibles
on the last of the green fall shoots –