A dragon eats a tail of its own
I approach a tailbone
Trailing
Tracing
Fingertips
An arms length away, a scorpion sways
As the day greets a moon with its greenness
It’s greatness
Trailing, tracing an owl for near an hour
Pushing limits limited by patience
Tasting
Erasing
Through the window, the sound of
dragons, and tails, and fingertips felt out loud.
Around the corner, there’s a stop light.
An arms length away, a scorpion sways
As the day greets a moon with its greenness
It’s weakened
this is your life chuck johnson 