Dragonfly

A dragonfly flying from the time tunnel

Gathering its transparent wings in the breeze

It makes the childhood on the shore feel weak

How can I reach you? Only one meter away, my heavy flesh

It seems to be within reach, but it is like a world away.

This distance must be a dragonfly.

A brief hover at the end of summer

Its childlike green head is turning delicately

At this moment, there also seems to be a slightly confused hesitation

Its alert eyes are scanning at different angles

I marveled at this delicate device, and wondered at

Its holographic image of a 10-meter radius

Oh, look at the amber eyes, the wings as thin as silk

At this moment, I remembered that it might be just a phantom

or a sad and happy the shed seed.

It spins, quickly noting this moment

and then erases it instantly, as if to forget

the memory of the water waves. I look at this spirit

as if, years later, a black and shiny camera was raised above its head