Missing Poem by Peggy Hapke Lewis

Missing



Lying on my back
in the creek
hidden by the wet
wrap of leaves
over my face
I hear giant dragonflies
circling overhead.

They have spotted my car,
but they will not find me
snagged along the water's edge,
neatly tucked in
under fall's fine linens.

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