Red House Painters Dragonflies
this is the first you spoke of it in your black magic house in a cold damp attic two windows stare at us like eyes behind them december's dark early morning sky and a couple of dead trees with their ornamental stars i thought by now that i figured your head out until now i thought i figured your body out so please help me to understand because i love you more than anyone i wonder in what fields today you're chasing dragonflies at play my little lost girl so far away this is the first you spoke of it