" from THE PAUSE BETWEEN


One day the dragonflies appear sudden as the sun.
Speed and softness, they lash sky to air in silent seams.
One's barred wings and abdomen are pressing

to the warm dock's slats. Another lights on the Chekhov book
you bought me, not realizing, like everything, it is a short
story, too. "

― Ken Craft , Reincarnation & Other Stimulants: Life, Death, & In-Between Poems