Dragon Wings & Other Poems

By Bruce Meyer

Dragon Wings 

In memory of Joe Rosenblatt 

As close as I could get to the water, 
I took off my leather sandals to let 
my toes dangle in the reeds. 

I lay back with my head on a dream, 
watched as a cloud became a dragon 
and snort its flames across the sun 

before becoming a fire-breathing dog, 
and then a loaf of bread when  
I wasn’t even hungry. But among catkins 

and as a picture painted on the lake, 
a dragonfly balanced on a bulrush 
to spread its wings in a smile 

because joy is a word that bears repeating, 
especially in a bumblebee’s hum.