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My feet are resting in the alfalfa.
Bumblebees cover and bend the blossoms
even further down than the warm wind is
blowing through them. Out on the water
reflected transitory clouds turn light
into shadows over me and the world
around. Perfectly still dragonfly whirled
to the back of my hand. Big round black eyes
loom up and shine bigger than its body
a thin blue crooked breathing stick attached
to transparent wings full of dark veins that
move together and apart then quickly
go leaving me here alone with the woods
on one side and on the other the pond.




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