#1054 - a dragonfly

 

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a dragonfly

or

Wordsworth for a day

 

a dragonfly came in to dance

 

nor ever cared for floor, for wall

straight soared towards the ceiling

 

at jaunty jolts these wings were

and all its pointed frame

 

running away and wishing towards

to play, to bright the day

 

it had no need to roar in flames

this dragon insect was the fire!

 

and angel light such wings shine through

an energy of pure delight

 

all I needed was a pen to catch

paper or screen to set down

 

as if we’d simply stored up time

and had a moment spinning here

 

I wished to let it out again

through a window, through a door

 

it is the dragonfly’s day

dances in my mind from that to this

 

I never saw it more