The Sylph
slender sylph picks and preens
himself
as if preparing for a selfie
his deep dark turquoise vert greens
languishing from crown
along the length of a heavy-forked tail
wings lifted, opening out
he lives
though not for himself
but for the one love
he calls to
for her
he sings
for her
he whizzes
his tail
as a comet
breaking loose night’s still sky