Odanata I called you by your scientific name, the way they way we have the tendency to categorize, but you are not a lady bug or a butterfly but a dragon not damsel; the toothed-one snagging your prey in midair, eating thirty flies at one time; taking all the lies they say about about you as old as Mesopotamia or Babylon; ancient as Gilgamesh; a woman I know pinned her breast down maybe to hold her bosom maybe because you are bantam and bottomless drone I hear in my ear in Afghanistan or the the unmanned fighter, but there you are in Spring in time for the change if I could be the brother to you, dragonfly I will be your nymph, with multi-faceted eyes and stitching my soul back together I would treasure your worth like the Zuni or the Hopi; would not seek hobby or delicacy, but the craft of the Pueblo so come back and do not leave; come back as pure water, minister to the sinister heat. who can claim the water and the earth; the land and the see; with the ambidextrous flight, only you the miniature mermaid of fantasy being art nouveau, would chronicle in haiku, would warn against the end of summer, and fly off to the east. Robert Gibbons
Posted on: Fri, 30 Aug 2013 01:04:46 +0000
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