by Ande Finley

Dragonfly leaves behind
        a random trail
               in the dense pause
               of an island afternoon,
spattering light through muddy reeds
        flickering
through the rising of several suns
and maybe a bit of moon
a scant few hours
        to hatch, mate, lay eggs
        fly with the erratic grace of her kind
        inhabit her fragile body, fully,
                for each allotted minute
                untethered to time
She touches down on a wild rose
        embracing
                hot dry soft wet
her world
a sensate celebration
        cool mist
           the solidity of leaf
              the snap of an amphibious jaw
              and its gift
              of oblivion.

©Ande Finley

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