as it turns out,

 

we are smallish dragons,
wayward songs,

tiny poems
waiting to be caught
…….{fought, taught}
by the tail,
flailed in storms.

 

 

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5 Responses to as it turns out,

  1. rothpoetry says:

    Nice poem… our poems… the minnows in the creek of life!
    Dwight

  2. erbiage says:

    Fought by the tale?

    Sent from my iPad

  3. belle jars says:

    I love the idea of being a poem that’s waiting to exist … just being cuddled in utero, preparing to be born. 🙂

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