A poem

Dragonfly Waterbound for years, You move sluggish and slow Eating and preparing For your second birth. – The stoop is swept the laundry done Your shell hung out to melt, And timidly, boldly, You rise until new, Air-born, No luggage but gossamer, Dark-bright, watery eyes, mirroring brighter unfamiliar Sun – bathing and drying your wings … More A poem