Demoiselles

Demoiselles
- Hoe Mill

Is that a moorhen or a coot ?
   - I should know -
the sound has spent
a lifetime in my ears
when summer trees
are resonant with doves
and lily pads and lilies trap the sun.

The clouds between the leaves
are building up or building down
to ripple in reflections
as I perceive my image
from the bridge in double deeps.

These demoiselles
- so delicately winged -
are skimming their metallics
on the sheen of greening water
   and I am hinged
with summer’s open door
to let them in like angels in the mind.