DAMSELFLY AT OXFORD ISLAND
- Dec 19, 2025
- 1 min read
By Glen Wilson
He is moonlit blue,
contact-graph-paper wings,
tapered asymmetrical weights for limbs,
the foolish look burnished when aerial,
what each of us worship is seldom simple.
For woven in each wing,
is a map of rivers the heavens wept,
seams burdened, criss-crossed
with beauty and risk.