…I was still new, and you were much newer
and sometimes I think about that, this whole time thing—
all the clocks with their arms and alarm bells
making awkward ticks and tocks toward winter:
you had such little hands then, hands I would have 
held in mine and walked to the swings with,
and everything would have been different

but you caught me at the end of apple season
while I still have leaf-piles to jump in
so get it now while you can—…

Baby Dragon

…She learned to fly by climbing the walls
and sometimes burnt the curtains
just by breathing.
She chatted with herself
and vibrated like an electron.
Drawings poured from her restless mind
over every freshly painted surface.
She always asked “why,”
and the reasons never satisfied her…

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