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Almost 3 minutes- might be best to try listening and reading this time…
In early summer’s water  
she has swum 
the cool clean pond  
where the dragon dwells. 
 
In mid-summer 
barn swallows dive and snap the water
sipping through
as the ghostly dragon 
engulfs its prey
below.
 
In early autumn 
an aging goddess floats. 
The pond ferments.
She sits cross-legged atop a board—
roasted, wrinkled 
listless...
 
An orange dragonfly
splayed out
catches her attention.
Its feeble fluttering, 
ringlet ripples 
the effort 
spirals back millions of years.
 
The futility of trying to play savior
Noah’s wife.
So many tumbling from her Ark have drowned
   failures--
of pigeon, robin, the raven, kingfisher, mouse, red squirrel, even the soft-rumped packrat… 
 
Never-the-less 
she scoops up the dragon
its orange body-stick measured by gossamer paneled wings
yes! huge alien eyes
still
to dry and glow…
 
Dragon as a cat 
it grooms 
wind-milling forelegs over its head--around. 
Propeller legs spinning 
the single engine plane 
readying for flight.
 
Minutes ooze and buzz and glide
Now, she’ll see what happens--
Her palm shadow passes atop the dragonfly and
four wings pump to flight.
Her heart leaps and across the pond
helicoptering to the sedges.
 
She didn’t expect it
this little life 
lengthened.
Was this best?
No,
it’s the way it made her feel—
that
was best.
 
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An after thought…
Having performed a wholesome act
       it is good to repeat it.
  Enjoy the pleasure of its memory.
The fruit of goodness is contentment.
 
Italic selection taken from the Buddhist Dhammapada -translated by Ajahn Munindo.