Poem-1

Hi, how are you? Are you in

a place of comfort, are you

safe? I wish I could meet you

across six feet of scented air

near the daffodils

along the creek bank.

Six feet – where have we heard that

before? Six feet has the dragonfly

who likewise has wings to fly


away.

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