Dragons Fly.

I sit here watching dragon flies buzz around

Water is bursting from the fountain with a thunderous sound

They chase each other with wings of fury

There's a lonely mallard duck drifting with the breeze

Me on a simple park bench alone amongst the trees

They fly by me to check me out

I extend my hand at waters edge

There is undeniably major doubt

That duck is just floating there with not a care in world

While I sit here and stare and think of what could and should be

My hands at waters edge reaching for a chance

In hopes they fly by and give me just one glance