Dragonfly

I was out pulling weeds in the afternoon, and got started by something in the ground. On closer inspection, it was the dried husk of a rather large dragonfly, just there amongst the leaves and soil by the driveway.

I was reminded of an old poem I wrote, a long time ago.

It made me think about technology, and how well those references hold up over the years. At the time, using a telephone line as a metaphor made a lot of sense. Fast forward a few short decades, and I’m not sure how well that resonates anymore.

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