You must crouch between the molting cattails
until your knees burn. Leave your hand open
in the wet pond-bank clay, and in time
they come buzzing over the water
disguised as dragonflies.
If you catch one,
hold her wings, her sturdy joints,
and you won't harm her. Or come moonset
you'll see them in masses, ambling through
the grass spears, pretending they're bears.
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