All Souls Dragonfly   Leave a comment

All Souls Dragonfly — Infrared Image by kenne

November in the Sonoran Desert.

Land of indigenous cultures

Whose names are true to nature.

Ghosts whose shadows grow wings

Standing in the graveyard

That has become a holy vortex.

The owls of the night carry

Voices whispering death is alive.

Dragonflies rest on dead stems only 

To fly away, circle, and come back

Recognizing all the souls of the dead.

— kenne

(Inspired by lines in Luis Alberto Urrea’s The Tijuana Book of the Dead)

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