A Damselfly Nymph's First Love
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On a sweet water lily
Over black rivers
A wasp sat.

Her yellow pattern, a maze without
Walls, kept tricking my sight
As I swam through my feelings.

With flattering disgust,
Her compound eyes injected
Bitterness into my present.

Then, she flew away, in search
Of black and red grapes, with
A buzz that separated the water.

Then, I continued my journey,
Over the cold mud, and the
Dull aquatic ferns.

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