Dragon
Sooty little ember
not yet enough to burn
yet
enough to fuel my rage
Rage
it slipped out
unnoticed by most
mine are the eyes of Argus
I saw/heard/felt that little acid droplet
powerful thrusts of scaly wings
pump the ember to full fledged fury
Rage
my rage
I depart like a dragon full of ancient pride
ugly and elegant in flight
but I burn her and she cries out “How can I
touch the sun without being burned?”
How can you catch the wind
in a fish net?
Rage
burn on through.
©1990
Psychoterrierpy 