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gifted
The River Dragon has a secret spring of generosity that does not ask what’s needed, but simply gives and gives and gives. OOO
there there
I grinned at the River Dragon. He opened his arms to me. “There there,” he said, patting my back. “There there, it’s ok, you won’t always be this happy. There there. Don’t worry.” Giggles poured from me like strings of … Continue reading
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it’s you
When I come to the lair of the river dragon I find flowers in a vase among the buckets of old nails and brushes. I see betrayal in the long arms of blossoms the color of sunlight. “You’ve been entertaining … Continue reading
all unknowing
My love went into the water to wrestle a whale onto the shore. The creature’s face on the sand was ancient and forgiving. My love went for his knife, while I scrambled for some teaching that might save her. There … Continue reading
river dragon
My love is a river dragon, with scales of gold and red. He doesn’t know I know. Every morning he slips out to walk along the creak. Some days I go with him. Sometimes his words are dragon teeth. Sometimes … Continue reading
