Dead Dragonfly

At rest in a crack in the sidewalk, you
are my first outdoor capture. 

It’s a digital finale
to a naturally 3D life.  The green and purple 

beauty of your wings
has not yet rubbed off. A flash 

of rain makes me scramble
to protect my equipment. I slip 

it and the figment
of you into a purse pocket 

specially designed for the occasion.  I can’t
help but feel like a thief in all dimensions.