lazy
this is a poem i've been working on and its not what i would like it to be. so i need a fresh set of eyes. I sent it to one person and got the 'oh, i like it.'
Dragonflies hang from the porch cover,
And at night their bellies glow orange,
Warm and friendly electric flames
Burning into the night,
Comforting and steady at two a.m.
I watch them hover, suspended in darkness
From my sprawl on the beige carpet,
Wearing soft faded jeans, a shirt, no bra,
Playing dvds I’ve seen a hundred times before.
A cricket or two sneak across the floor,
They’re enjoying the air drifting in
Through the screen door like I am,
Cool air even at the end of a California summer.
But I’ll always feel as if something is missing,
So many changes happening in a short space of time.
A childhood home: gone; friends: lost; my family: torn.
My cats are not here to rub against me,
To walk over me and stare out the door.
I feel better at these hours of the clock,
I’m allowed to feel my sense of loss
With those warm bright dragonflies outside the windows,
Unconditionally shining with a reassuring glow
At the edge of the lawn.