Dragonfly Grange ‘n’ — Image by kenne
This is my envoy to nothing
where I say Go, little poem —
not out into the world of stranger’s eyes,
but off to some airy limbo,
home to lost epics,
unremembered names,
and fugitive dreams
such as the one I had last night,
which, like a fantastic city in pencil,
erased itself
in the bright morning air
just as I was waking up.
— from “Lines Lost Among Trees” by Billy Collins
