Dragon Pending

My life is a hollow unhallowed

Every street
is Second Avenue between James and Yesler
one-o-clock in the morning
November and not even Thanksgiving
in a long slow rain

My lungs
have been stored in an unaired locker
for too long

My muscles haven't been
anywhere

My body is become
pavement

Somewhere
very
very
very
far inside
a dragon curls

Someday

she'll rise

(*** line of dancing dragons ***)

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