She’s resting,
on the coast of the soothing river,
and the peaceful flow of water develops a current
so repeatable and endless.
The rough shore of broken, evergreen trees and shrubs
creates ripples through the water,
so calming and surreal.
The air
gives her rosy cheek a gentle draft,
along with a separation from the hot summer’s wind
with the cooling rush of the river.
The perfect breeze amongst the leaves
travels through the air
with comfort and ease.
The beauty
of a clear, blue sky glimmers,
so effortlessly, along the tides of river.
The midnight blue of the dragonfly contrasts,
flawlessly, the glossy sunflower.
The sound
of the blowing trees,
chirping birds,
steady waves are disrupted
by an unfamiliar disturbance.
And then, amidst all of this serenity
the loud beat of motorcycles
suffocates the silence.
Still love the image of the dragonfly, and how those motorcycles blare through the ending of the poem.
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