The Dragonfly Poem by Grant Martin
The Dragonfly
It hovers, absorbing all that it sees
Illuminous wings shine not so bright
It circles, looking for it's next landing sight
Illustrious creature lands among the small trees
No matter how long I wait,
Fly
Circle
Pause... move on
One time I wish it to land in my hand
I wish to hold it if only for a moment
Then it would realize, there is nothing to fear
If only my dragonfly would come near
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