As two dragonflies
Buzzed indiscriminate circles above my head
As if reading the thoughts churning in this cluttered mind
Bouncing and pinging off of other objects and obstacles
Like a Pachinko pinball machine
Sounding all manner of bells and whistles
Alarms really... warnings... red alerts
Wake up... open your eyes... wake up
You've been here before
It's the image of you that repeats and retreats, repeats, and retreats
Flat, one dimensional always slightly out of direct sight
But, I know it's you or my idea of you, but nonetheless you
Sure enough texts ensue... your words, your messages... no voice
Dogs run past my feet
Making chase, barking, stopping just long enough to look at me
As if wondering if I was going to be okay, if I was going to live through this
Perhaps they know something that I'm not privy to
About the Creator
kristen weigand
old enough to know better and young enough to do it again...vintage camera user and collector, photographer, poet, beatnik, traveler, writer, blogger, explorer, adventurer, beachcomber, always ready for a road trip and a travel companion.
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