Post-Postdrome. A Poem by Rose

and i
emerge from the chrysalis
beating heart
still with wings clasped
close to my body
fluttering heart
don’t fly too close
to the night
sky dark
with stars
asleep i
am awakened by too many
lights burn
through me
within me
look to the sky, see
the acorn head of a dragonfly
brave, holding its ground
in the breeze

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