Under the dark body of
a small one— sudden splendor—

meets in the crowning, The new red
tips of wings, scalloped, diaphanous,
meander until— like a pit puckering

from a capacious peach— the push
’til the pinning— light under a leaf.
Pointed, resolve turn them so

the antennae extends, hooks probe
persist into the dry reaches of flight
— a golden ridge, a branch caught fire