DG (9/19/1963 / )

Dedicated To A Dragonfly

Against a flawless autumn sky
A crimson dragonfly is taking flight
As I am standing in a meadow
Nothing in the waning evening light

And far away a factory chimney in
This evening light is blurry through its film
A high heavy sigh emerges then
And squatting down o grab a stone

As even coolness presses my palm
But as the stone begins to warm
Bathing in the waning light.

Imperceptibly the blades of grass
Begin to whither where they fell
While far away the factory chimney still
In evening light is blurry through its film

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watching that stuff can give any brain an ache so off with that screen for a bit of peace a fine poem