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Carly King

The Dragonfly

Wings like cellophane lift into flight,
a breeze whisks away a creature lighter than air.
The wind whispers and it carries her body,
her stained-glass wings shutter as she glides in a gale.

like a ripple in a stream,
the dragonfly skims the water,
with an ever fragile wing.
With movements so graceful, so simple.

Eyes glisten like dew drops at dawn,
her wings crinkle in the mid summer's air.
She dives and dips along the horizon,
and disappears in a gale.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2013 EDITION]