It was so warm
That the dark liquid river
Shimmered inches above its proper level.
Heat hazed its surface,
And at the edges it curved
In languid bevel.
Oxygen bubbled slow the way
To meet the sky,
And dancing Boatmen
Dimpled the mirror
As they waltzed by.
And brilliant blue,
Petrol hue,
Millimetres flew
Just out of reach
Of snapping pike,
Dragonfly.
This Pilot
Sidestepped, reversed,
Hovered and climbed,
Movements rhymned,
Aerial ballet
Perfectly timed.