The Dragonfly
The dragonfly
perches at the apex
of an amethyst foxglove,
tubular blooms
erect as trumpets.
A jeweled angel
pauses on an obelisk,
transparent
but for sun's shimmer
dancing on diaphanous wings,
until a feral gust
whisks it into porcelain air.
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