a field of insect-i-cides

dew droplets quiver,

balanced on sharp

green-white edges,

pause, belly—flop

into minute puddles,

abundant with hatching

life caught by winged—sailboats

 

beneath umbrellas

of drooping purple petals,

sticks with triangular heads

hold curved handles,

thin membranes stretch

for tiny legs to back—stroke

 

compound eyes watch

monarch transformers

flutter over milky

stalks of gossamer

bodies wrapped in

anticipated— suspension

 

yellow and black

buzz among red conical—buoys

straws sip, feet collect

pollen in warm blankets of —Naled

for the colony to wrap the

babies in

Nancy Beauregard is a student at the Institute of American Indian Arts.