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Devil’s Darning Needle
By Hugo DeSarro
Dragonfly rigid on the fence,
on tiptoe like a weathervane;
horizontal wings of gossamer
move back and forth in unison.
Giant-eyed, you dart from link to link,
stopping, starting in air,
returning always to a chosen spot.
I reach to touch and unafraid,
annoyed, you sidestep in the air.
Sinister sewer of ears and lips,
with an awesome name
and fearsome reputation,
I find you gentle and benign.
What brings you from the marshes
on this warm and sunny day,
naked and without your myths?
Must I pretend to cover ears and lips
to give you satisfaction?
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Document last modified on: 09/25/2005