Dragonflies hover
kissing the lips of the pond
but it saddens me
that before their kiss is felt
they are gone to another.
Written by Jim Burns
Indiana born and bred
lives in Florida
will write poetry or prose
however the mood might strike.
The reeds reach upward
dreaming they are green rice shoots
slowly turning gold
in the sight of the sun lit smile
cast by old Fujiyama.
Louis Faber is a widely published poet living in Florida with his wife and his cat (his editor, she claims).