went out for a walk and a few steps saw a pencil on the sidewalk picked it up purple like new strides took me outside the town holding the pencil - entered the forest looked for paper found a fast-food arby's wrapper tore it into strips looked around for a writing surface followed a skunk marsh path and crossed a crumbled bridge a flat broken plank from the bridge lay clean smooth for writing - but to write about? then– a squadron of dragonflies strafed a rabbit stared from the edge of a mound yonder a dark arch called me, a corridor of maple trees with new purple pencil on the torn arby’s bag and the plank sat down on the aged gray log – scribbled, a little kid with new toys– 3.2 10/9 © Brian Peter Hodgkinson
As Seen By A Dragonfly
12
Apr