One more stone on water
One more leaf down the rill
Slow passage as you fought her
Floss, off the scent on the windowsill
One flat film of still cold water
One lazy cloud in the sky
A singular path as you caught her
Gossamer flight into rye
One barbed wire, then one other
Another field beyond the field
One long journey as you brought her
The dragonfly who you thought would yield
