Revving engines grumble.
Cars with humans, finger tapping
waiting for the stoplight to change.
Wading cars flood the street.
Noticing a dragonfly,
yellow wide wings fluttter.
Almost if fate had it,
one of the cars hits it!
What seeming so free,
now in the struggle and madness
A deeper hurt is felt in my heart,
as the rushing car moves away.
I look down at the black tar,
to see the dragonfly struggle and lay still.