Intense
Deepest
Metallic
Blue
Shimmer the wings
Of damsel flies
Playing
In warm sunlight
On the brook
That talks itself
Through green sedges
Across the open meadow
To slide
Silently
Into the shaded wood
Where
The dragon fly
Alone
Swift and yellow
Hawks
Relentlessly
Mechanically
Up and down
Its course
In and out
Of its shadows
Forever
Searching
(Two worlds
Observed
Today
In four
Dimensions)
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