The old man removed his clothes, reached behind
and pressed a switch under the skin at the base of his spine.
A little click.  Then, he opened a little drawer in his chest,
took out a little box, opened it
and a dragonfly flew out and flew away in the blue and lemon air
to seek out and rest on the cheek of a young woman,
flutter his wings on her eyelids and lips
and resolve into dust on the blue lemon air.


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