A Red Dragonfly
by

I’m here in the mossy pool,
yet you never feel my presence.
I’m a clumsy wingless child.

O girl, you wear Malaysian
frocks, but I’m always naked.
You take Chinese noodles,
while I feed on insipid insects.
I cannot travel beyond the
borders of the pool. My parents
are alive away. An orphan, I’m.

Time gives me wings as verse.
O lady, I know you enjoy my
red beauty, though through the
key-hole of a wedlock. I seem
not to see you watching me.
My wings give me a sense of
freedom. Now I owe all my
charms to my wings and hue.

First printed in The Literary Hatchet(Pear Tree Press, US).

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