Dragon,
birthed
from shards of coloured glasses,
wine bottles,
slipped
from dancing, laughing summer fingers
lives on dormer window
over empty living room.
Empty house.
Green, blue, gold,
glass glows jeweled.
In naked sunburst blast,
dragon speaks
warm fire memories,
laughter past.
"Take me with you where you go,
to remind you
of what you knew and know,"
Then in my ear I hear,
"Leave the dragon be!"
I turn to face the She of expediency.
Say I, "The dragon comes with me.
In empty house it will not stay."
With huff, fire breath
she spins her face away
If all things meant nothing
in a series of departures.
how easy it would be.
Now, glass dragon
lives with me.
grapher 2017 c
