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A poem in celebration of the mystery visible in the accompanying photograph of a dying tree.
 
 
 

This is my dragon. He found me today.
He had been searching for me a long time.
I lost him many years ago when I was young.

I took a wrong turn. Some had called it life.
So many have died of what they call life,
In vain their dragons searching for them,

I know I am fortunate, unlike them—
My dragon found me and shared his fire with me
Before he breathed his last in the disguise

He had worn all these years calling for me
(Dragons who must hide must also die).
He opened his mouth as if to swallow me,

But only whispered his dream for me—
I forfeited flight when I ran from my dream
But I can still believe his dream in me.

 
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EROTIC RECKONINGS, my second volume of poetry, can now be purchased from New Plains Press or from Amazon. My third volume, PIED-PIPER PHILOL

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