Dragonfly

A dragonfly darts above the water bowl,
black and purple, quick and whole.
I shade my eyes to see
her wings but notice first my hand,
calloused, wrinkled, veins defined and
then a sky so blue it hunts infinity.

Now I can’t recall the thought and so must leave
the words unwritten,
shake the memories unbidden,
rest the passions ridden;
best to weave
them all into
a silence deep and foreign as that blue
into which my dragon flew.

One thought on “Dragonfly

  1. Beautiful! I love the subtle rhymes–you almost don’t notice them at first. It sings to you, but you’re unaware of how. Very nice!

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