The Damselfly
Even then blue roused up
beautiful images and sensations,
settled so many fragile feelings
in a small boy’s imagination –
like music and the damselfly.
Enchanted, awed, transfixed by turn,
he watched the neon creature
chalk its name in slashing lines
of electrifying blues across
a transparent blackboard of air.
Copyright © Maurice Rigoler | Year Posted 2025
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