Hola Mentirosa (Justiceville)
A Dragonfly Dilemma.
The dragonfly decided not to land,
nor decorate his ornate garden pond.
It sought some other gardener's hallowed hand
across the lawn, the beck wall and beyond.
This offspring of the year before's event,
held no known knowledge of his love affair.
It saw no sadness in his missed intent,
to frame its micro-second in the air
His quick exposure through a macro lens
had hoped to freeze the wings while in mid-flight.
To paint the perfect picture for his friends
and share with his software, this magic light.
The blurred and fuzzy images foretold
his once, rock-steady hand was getting old.
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