the fog stands wet upon the crumbling cliff reaching for its home the dandelions bend into their wasted selves flagging a season done the fescue weaves the earth into the land setting the dining table the scanning sentinel watches over the world marking life’s moments. I watch the wildness of an island alone dripping hungry…
Floating Dragon
My heart is a dragon afloat An open mouth of violet Tender lips on a pool of glass Heaven in an azure mirror A tongue of gold spins The love of my soul Silken threads protect Project long quills as teeth Submitted to life’s current Pressed against satin scales I am a wild snap dragon…