May 12, 2008 22:38
Look at the girl
in the red silk dress.
Pretend I am
a dragonfly.
She is
a lotus blossom,
closed demurely,
each petal
curving upward-
as if in prayer,
tips meeting,
lips paused in thought
or shut
against laughter.
I land on the flower a moment to rest.
Could I stay there a while-forever?
The sun glints gold and green
against my wings:
I want to wait
and see her slowly blossom.
12 May 2008