Ode Upon Suburban Lawns

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Hovering over a lagoon

Dragonflies flit under the moon

Diving in their torrid glory

Glinting light,stately—florid.

And beneath the lagoon, drinking moonlight,

Fishes ripple the moon-bright,

Gilded, among rushes and reeds

Scarcely reflecting their deeds.

The tourists recalled seeing a crane.

It was, to be sure, a majestic thing,

Yet wild as any you could name.

She said: “May this thrive among the tame?”

“Perhaps in Grecian Art or among Yeats’ swans.”

Was the response.

(But recall they’ve been found on suburban lawns).


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