Darlings

Darlings

And we are talking about flights.

Of longitude, latitude and madness.

How this triplet can swarm

over our canals of doubt —

pierce through bloodied tributaries.

Our losses distributed when dredged.

She’s sketching from the towpath

as they hover, dart and murder.

Flashing aquas, calculating velocity.

“A darling of dragonflies”, she says.

Perhaps she’ll ink me unknown coordinates.

I’ve read they can migrate across oceans.