A.M. and already
I am perspiring.
Little rivers tickle down my back and face, mixing with the citronella I
bathed in, before venturing into mosquito territory. There is a sparrow
in the cherry tree, serenading early risers. I sweat and remind
myself that all this bending will keep me young, allegedly. I spot
on the bee balm
right next to my leg.
Breath skips out
of me. Now
Published 7/14 – Bards Annual 2014 – a Poetry Anthology
5 thoughts on “Dragonfly !”
Wow! So clever! Love it!
I’m certainly not clever enough to shape my poems, but you are! 😉
Love the shape of this poem as well as the words.