there is safety in numbers
the snow here never melts
where alien camels
once canvassed frozen desert
in search of water
without rocket propulsion
below the surface is the only escape
regardless the location
buildings collapse upon themselves
like cardboard towers
filling the void with smoke and mirrors
and concrete icing
evening turns to night
charcoal clouds descending
putting to rest dragons dreaming
deep inside the mountain
march two thousand seventeen
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putting to rest a sleeping dragon…takes some thinking this does. Fascinating.
Thank you, Denise.
Wonderful use of imagery. Very powerful and thought provoking. I love the first stanza. Exquisitely penned. Keep writing, you have tremendous talent.
Thank you so much, Christy!