Sitting on the warm concrete
Shaded now by the dying elm
Watching lazily as the clouds float by
Surprised I see images long lost to maturity
Dancing fairies flit and fly behind the sun
Amassed behind them trudge the dragons
Filling the sky as their great wings rise
Pushed forward by a random current
Changing now to a demon with slitted eyes
Trapped, claws barred,
Just inside its cave.
Sitting on the warm concrete
Knowing as I should have intuitively
I see in the clouds
Images I see in me
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