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Dragonfly

Vanessa Proctor

Jan 01 2013

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A dragonfly

rests motionless on my finger

as I gently unravel

the spider’s silk

that is caught

around its wings and thorax.

It seems weightless,

with its dark, slender body,

and six fragile legs on my skin.

I unwrap each strand

until the dragonfly is free,

yet it doesn’t move.

We become a stillness

that dissolves into the morning

until  suddenly   it shimmers away

    on brilliant wings

transparent into the blue.

Vanessa Proctor

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