Gnats

go lively;

dance the riverbank

and two green plastic

chairs. Let’s guess –

several thousand insects? Fuzzy bills

chained by sunlight

into warm vortex

with a top

in the trees

and a sunlit edge

one meter wide (at the most)

where the whirling company is.

Only a few things matter;

to keep inside

this cylinder of warm light,

to mate,

  

the rest is not our business,

except  for Mozart

lilting and lifting,

weaving and intertwining

from my iPhone iTunes

and a glitter of

quickening sun on

myriad wings

and my projection of a dance

orchestrated as

show-time, glitter-time and spiraling jazz.

Mozart and Midges go lively.