"Oooo" my mother exclaims
stretching her body over the drivers wheel to peer down the steep slope
That touches the highway edge
The ground lifts and ducks
like the incline of
a dragon's long tail
As if a creature the size of two cities
had found itself a resting place here- falling asleep civilizations ago
and as it slept, the grasses
crept their way over its scales
Small pulses of purple and white flowers scatter themselves among
the tall arching stems
of wheat and grass as we drive further. These are the culprits who draw my mother's turned gaze.
My eyes, however, sweep once more
from tail to peak of the sleeping
dragon mountain view
and I allow myself to imagine
the low hanging clouds are the result of
steam filled exhales.
Jun 30, 2025
Jun 30, 2025 at 3:48 AM UTC
"Oooo" my mother exclaims
stretching her body over the drivers wheel to peer down the steep slope
That touches the highway edge
The ground lifts and ducks
like the incline of
a dragon's long tail
As if a creature the size of two cities
had found itself a resting place here- falling asleep civilizations ago
and as it slept, the grasses
crept their way over its scales
Small pulses of purple and white flowers scatter themselves among
the tall arching stems
of wheat and grass as we drive further. These are the culprits who draw my mother's turned gaze.
My eyes, however, sweep once more
from tail to peak of the sleeping
dragon mountain view
and I allow myself to imagine
the low hanging clouds are the result of
steam filled exhales.
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