I thought about that wreck today as I crossed the metal bridge, where abandoned exuviae still held to struts, some dragonflies jerked on emerging from their former selves, and others grasped cement or metal while strengthening, coloring. The lucky ones will perform aeronautic feats with ease.
But two Common Baskettails looked to be groundlings, not acrobats, wings crumpled and hardening, their chances of flight slim. Fated by DNA or perhaps a dog's paw, one offered a crushed eye. The other looked normal from a distance, deformed only close. These have already crashed without ever having lifted off.

