“lovesong for kever” by Dave Carpenter

to be one with the dragonflies
joined in the looping bright air
it’s what we are here for
to moan like the dying
to sing with the warblers all invisible
to squawk with the magpies on top or on bottom
they approve of all things bright and
tumescent   the golden ladyslippers so slippery
and sweet  they approve of you
bigging me bigger with slithery hymns
all pre-octopied we
lose track of our limbs

the seed cracks the pod
boisterous and bold
like orchids or dragonflies
engorged with invitation
it’s what we are here for to die for
and through the screen window all the garden
hums warbles shrieks with applause
at this dance too frantic to stop
till it stops