Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

Damselfly

She lands like a slender thespian
in mid-passion of a miracle play
on top of the milk thistle,
clapping blue ribbon wings
her large eyes taking in the scene

How focused, how clear she is
in self-assertion, desire,
living life as herself
without wondering
what she wants…

As the setting April sun
pulls down the curtain on the day,
unlike the damselfly,
my question still is
after so many years,

“What do I want?”



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Prompt: a blue ribbon