letters to smallish dragons


we scribble tiny syllables
and tuck them between
these bright petaled teeth,

unsheath our quill-swords
and pen the truth in praise
and song.

they long to be spangled
in our word-skins, I think,

in wee-stemmed


In April, we poem. Some days, none. Some days, legion. 





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