The twilight is red.
I am consumed by the horizon.
All stars eloped together.
The sky is totally abandoned.

Sordid thoughts aren’t pleasurable.
Men play the fool sometimes.
My feet landed on the ground flatly.
I scared the horses and the forest.

My presence disliked this darkness.
I can borrow lights from the moon.
But the borough is busy sleeping.
I fly again away from the backwoods.



About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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2 Responses to Dragonfly

  1. Great one… astounding

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