Dragonfly

The dragonfly spreads
His golden wings
His golden wings
Flash in the sun

The dragonfly spreads
His golden wings
Until night is come
Until day is done

The dragonfly spreads
His golden wings
His golden wings
Burn in the sun

His golden wings
Burn in the sun
He turns from gold
He turns to bronze

The dragonfly is
A weathervane
A weathervane
Froze in the sun

The dragonfly is
A weathervane
Until night is come
Until day is done

The weathervane throws
Her burnished spear
Her burnished spear
Lances the sun

Her burnished spear
Lances the sun
She moves from old
She moves to young

The weathervane is
A dragonfly
A dragonfly
Froze in the sun

The weathervane is
A dragonfly
On brazen wing
To catch the sun.


For Maggie, 5.10.20

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