J. Nehemiah

LILYING

At the pond, there are dragonflies. Some dead
center in the lake. You knew they were there,

the damp, nectar-soaked tongues of drainage piping.
You drank from them, washed your skin

stood on duck droppings and brushed the amber teeth
of bicycle tire chains. You saw them running

the smoke-soaked silhouettes of the army-
green frogs, warned me of the toxic gases produced

by the onion grass weeds and of the distance
between spaces. A dragonfly wing can measure

five inches, you say to the distance between yourself
and the torn, jaundiced, carry-me-with-you heads

of lily pads in the anchorage of water. Damned
by the scale of your crown, you paint epitaphs

on your reflection in the water. Rust
it just right in the light and it’s gold
. The way

you became this dragonfly king

J. Nehemiah is currently a student at Salisbury University. He was born in Washington D.C. and has spent the majority of his life in Great Mills, Maryland. Writing with a cup of coffee while staring out at the Chesapeake Bay is his favorite past-time. His inspiration for poetry and the arts comes with thanks from his friends, family, and teachers.

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