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Dragonflies - lyrics
Motionless beneath the rain, your fallen eyelids are cracked with veins. You have not held me since before grandfather burned. Mother, my heron leg is aching and beating, but I hear the wind moving through the bulrush, and I feel better now, sitting with you. Since he died, you haven�t sewn, and you haven�t woven any blankets or shawls, or sat for an evening, with your spinning wheel. Do you miss him? I remember one summer day with him, splitting firewood. I stacked it against the house. You went down to the river, and then I saw them �two dragonflies in mid air�black bodies sewn together. You were bathing in the rushing water with the sun upon your ivory skin, when I watched grandfather lean the axe handle against the stump and swallow. The dragonflies carved down towards the river, light-shattered wings barely skimming the water. Then they flew higher and higher and higher, until I couldn�t see them. |
