Tenacious dragonfly that stopped to restupon a stake some twenty feet away
to listen to the windchime
on a breezy afternoon reminds us that
sometimes it's worth the trouble to hang on,
that this gentle healing music wouldn't even play
if all was calm. Chimes need moving air
that also threatens to unseat the dragonfly,
who doesn't seem to mind, or be concerned
about the weeping woman sitting in the shade.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2013
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