National Poetry Month Day Two!

Just freepoeming here.

Dragonflies are weird.
How do they molt?
They’re not to be feared
But what’s going on
Inside sounds queer
(Not pejorative, but
The proper term)
It’s been a while since I learned
How they do it!
They’re inside their own skin
Which they then leave
When they climb out of the rim
Of the pond
(Or the lake)
They started from.
What’s going on inside that skin?
Does the dragonfly know
There’s a change in him?
That his skin will be burst
He’ll pop into the sun?
Think of that, everyone!

(The next time you see a dragon fly)


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