blue yes, gossamer wings
red tail, black feet and
bluish sky body of a
peaceful day ona brown
branch of a tree, caught
by the hands of a child
who says he loves dragonflies
amazed by its light beauty
a moment later he tears it
separating the body from its head
wings falling to the ground
heard, the child's silly laughter.
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