poetry

I hope the path lights up with

Fly

Fairy lights and the way we communicate is soft, and the

Fly

Hilt of the wings doesn't distract us

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A fly is simply called a dragon

Fly

Which doesn’t make sense at all because the world

Fly

Fits them into skies

Fly

Where they don’t hurt anyone, at all.

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She was someone’s

Fly

Sister.
& she smiled too bright for the village, but they loved her for it.

Fly

She saved them

Fly

With the way she carried out

Fly

The daily ordinary of her life.

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I was sitting on kid pillows,

Fly

Downy comforters–

Fly

A just washed quilt–

Fly

Whatever kids love to snuggle most --

Fly

Pick one for me

Fly

I had the luxury of all of those.

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I would watch the show

Fly

& I would put my palm on the screen

Fly

Taking in every sentence that she said

Fly

She saved me,

When I was lonely.

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And so,
I’d walk to school, thinking of

Fly
The next episode.
Hoping no one gets hurt,
Or cries.
Fly
I thought, someday when I grew,

I’d want to be just like her.

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Carefree

Fly

I’d always wondered about the

Fly

Appeal of dragonflies.

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Leslie Cairns is a poetry and mental health advocate in Denver, CO. She grew up in NY, and holds an MA degree in English Rhetoric. She has upcoming poetry in Coffeezinemag, Fiery Scribe Review, and others.