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A Dragonfly
by Anna Alexander
Each summer you arrive skimming o’er the grass
Stitching a pattern in the air with your stiletto body
Gossamer wings, sheer, transparent hold you aloft
Some say your life span is but a day
You have lived in the pond as struggling larvae
Until you emerge to leave behind your watery birth
Take your place in the summer sun
Years ago a platoon of dragonflies would feed in my yard
A cloud of darting, exuberant beauties dining amid my garden
Each summer your number is less, now only a few
The pond is smaller, almost gone, the still waters
No longer mirror the sky and skaters who once
Glided on winter’s frozen surface must seek a false pond
And pay to enjoy what used to be free
Will silt fill in your birthing place ?
Will summer come and you be gone?
And children see only pictures of what used to be?
 anna
alexander
7/30/02©
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