Peggy Hapke Lewis - Missing

Lying on my back
in the creek
hidden by the wet
wrap of leaves
over my face
I hear giant dragonflies
circling overhead.

They have spotted my car,
but they will not find me
snagged along the water's edge,
neatly tucked in
under fall's fine linens.

Peggy Hapke Lewis

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