The dragonflies hovering around the cemetery were copper, I noticed,
As I tuned out the useless voices droning at the head of the casket.
Copper dragonflies, as it turned out, made me feel better.

The dragonfly my daughter hennaed onto my hand was copper, I noticed,
As I listened to her soft alto, laughing at the table with her best friend.
Copper dragonflies, as it turns out, still make me feel better.