Ten

the leaves gone brown outside
under the trees,
you called the supine moon
a cheese-boat

floating in berry-blue sky,
target unknown
full of reflected light,
almost edible;

that time i was a dragon
meltingly-hot,
and hungry for flight
wide-winged and silver;

your boat challenged me,
it looked tasty;
by your word i soared high,
a leap in faith;

you wrapped me in cool dark,
dark, cool embrace;
my old friend, i heard you
under the trees.

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