Fingerprints

by Jim Kacian
ground fog
up to my ankles
in moonlight
camping alone one star then many
beneath the Milky Way an evening soft with moths
the river
the river makes
of the moon
my fingerprints
on the dragonfly
in amber
spring breeze
the dog runs
in its sleep
swallowflight...
looking out the window
long after
rolling thunder
the deeper darkness
of distance

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