How To Draw Dragons
Eyes wide, skipping down the hall
A book “How to Draw Dragons”
Nestled in her arms.
When she’s still her mouth hangs open
Then closes, and opens again,
Silently gasping for air like a fish out of water
Or maybe just chewing food for thought.
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