a ragged dragonfly
or two perhaps
in midair mate
ride on air
gliding effortlessly
on gentle currents
beneath the spreading canopy
of a gnarled beech tree
soaring in arcs
merging with late
afternoon light
at one in flight
circling weaving touching
down resting
as a scrap of torn leaf
rustling about searching
for a ride
on freedom’s flight
catching a draft
up and away
out and around
dancing in interlacing orbs
floating down
until it rests
as one among us
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