Monday, April 22, 2013

Blue Dragon River

scaly tail curled around mountains, your mouth
open hungry to salt-water kisses. You swallow
my feet and spit back fish
cold as your own scales. You grin with stone teeth
askew like old tombstones.

Blue dragon river, you're amused
to carry yellow rubber rafts
on your white back. You turn them over
once in a while, like the giant turtles
seafarers used to mistake for islands.

Your song is full of bones. We should never trust
those lazy coils swelling between banks scarred
with old high-water marks. You never sleep.
Blue dragon, I see you.

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1 comment:

Ricky Morin said...

Very nice poem, loved the creativity with your words.