Swift feet! Sunrise
Dragons lay sleeping.
Milk and paper-bags before coffee
Swift feet, out the door!
All. but. too. soon.

Apple skin shed in one
long, easy, thread-
skilled hands
skilled hands, nice hands, strong, vein-y
cutting teeth by day, cutting teeth at night
Teeth sit neatly in rows

Dragons lay asleep-
folding days into tidy squares
Folding the day in and out quietly
(sun moon stars rain)-its in the laundry
(with the tiaras and tulle and glitter of the day)
Perfect: Autumn gust, golden leaves and golden light
Oh, Mother of Dragons

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