A dragonfly is a skimming rogue in this world
It rushes about as every flower sewn
From like unto like, and from love unto love.
From river to river, and from field down gusty field
Rays through laced wing, as Eve’s own angel robe
Time stowed safe in quiet beating folds
As arrow to hapless mark flies so chittering away
And it’s wake, from it’s wake throws light!
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