Un Día Ordinario
Afternoons are for dragonflies. They loop overhead, back and forth above my tiny plastic pond. Four children are found alive after a plane crash. How did they survive? Some combination of love and emergency propelled them, looping back and forth from the small pile of wreckage,…
Afternoons are for dragonflies. They loop overhead, back and forth above my tiny plastic pond. Four children are found alive after a plane crash. How did they survive? Some combination of love and emergency propelled them, looping back and forth from the small pile of wreckage, their mother's body, grandmother's voice calling and calling. The dragonflies hover, reflected on the surface of the pond.
