Upon the honeysuckle
Dragonfly, are you drunk
upon the honeysuckle
or am I?
See me boldly sniff, wanting to take in
all that is
and nearly inhale the veiled, yet
No alarm on your part as you just sit
satisfied as it is,
amidst all this open bar
upon the honeysuckle.
Pardon me by the rainy pathway,
me with the nomadic nose
under umbrella, me
intoxicated by the uninhibited whiff.
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