Like the dragonfly trapped in my car
I beat against the windshield
uncomprehendingly seeking the light
but barred from it by some barrier
I cannot see. Sometimes flying the length
of the window, sometimes perched
an inch from freedom, ignoring the indraft.
Oh for a Hand to guide me to open air!

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