Friday, August 05, 2005
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I wonder what the dragonflies expect
When morning sunlight wakes their double wings;
If rising from their reeds, they recollect
The prior day of marshy happenings.
And fly they forth with plans to fill the day,
Or goals to optimize each sunlit hour,
To maximize their take of insect prey
With quotas of mosquitoes to devour?
Or live they in each moment as it comes
To revel in their iridescent now
In blissful ignorance of charts and sums
Like happy little children of the Tao.
© 2005 Jeffrey Hull