Little Blue Dragonfly

The flowers are there
Wild and wooly
In the center
Of hustle and bus fumes
Passed by
Through the seasons
Colors blend
Evolve and become
He knows
Places to rest
And roost
Awaiting a light skeeter snack
We share the quiet
In the middle of noise
I watch him wait
And in the watching
Find solace

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