Folding the Corner of the Page...

Field Guide by Tony Hoagland Once, in the cool blue middle of a lake, up to my neck in that most precious element of all, I found a pale-gray, curled-upwards pigeon feather floating on the tension of the water at the very instant when a dragonfly,  like a blue-green iridescent bobby pin, hovered over it, then lit, and rested. That's all. I mention this in the same way that I fold the corner of a page in certain library books,  so that the next reader will know where to look for the good parts. ----------- I think that no explanation is needed with this poem.  But I wanted to include it today as it explains my goal with this blog which is to drop bits of what I see in life into it and share it with my readers "in the same way you fold the corner of a page in certain library books, so that the next reader will know where to look for the good parts".