I sat in the cool, still morning,

Gathering my thoughts;

Deciding whether to beseech or assault the day.

Humming filled the air

And called my eye

To the red liquid suspended in glass

From my porch roof.

A pair danced there;

Whether duel or duet was hard to tell.

Tiny rapiers thrust forward

They came together.

Buzz, buzz—too close, it seems.

Pause in perfect unison,

Sip the wine,

Then rise to dance again.

The photo that inspired this 2006 poem was taken by my daughter, Jacqui Davis, on our back porch many years ago when she was just learning the art of photography. She had promise even then! —Kimberly Davis