The Pride

 

a meadow breeze
bends the green grass through
rocks and rests
on the edge of day
up to the evening dew
and settles
for all to see
on a tiny tip of blue
a sway of dragonfly
bidding the sun
pass on through

there to pause
to spin a tale
of how we come
and how we go
before any can ask

when

how will I know

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