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I found him today.

An old dragonfly.

Huge, glorious, and blue.

Like a castaway screw.

A bit of hardware

left behind.

Perfectly still,

locked into death's dreams.

He was like an omen.

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Time trickles on.

My steps fade in the sand.

My beard turns whiter.

Freckles appear on the back of my hand.

The seasons, the months, the days,

always beginning, forever changing.

Another dragonfly floats on the wind.

He too is the color of blue.

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