Dragonflies dancing

in the heat of mid-June’s sun

o’er the lily pond.

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Cool, green overhang

on an open-air structure–

life is beautiful.

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June’s serenity

is but a hollow visage

of the world to come.

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The spring flower fades;

however, life continues–

summer flora blooms.

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The wind of summer–

spark of life in scorching heat,

invigorating.

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My rest molested!

Oh, the glory of this thought:

No insect in heav’n!

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On a small island in the pond

knotted pine roots spike up to escape drowning

like a peculiar, hallowed place of pagan lore.