I followed the dragonfly
As long as he would let me.
His flight was short, clumsy
Like a powerless helicopter.
My curious fingers-
Crushed his gossamers.
My childhood wanted
To test his existence-
Blissful, cruel ignorance.
My adulthood knows
How wounded wings feel.
I wish for, but one last flight
For me and my dragonfly.
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