Little Dragons

L.T. Garvin

Little dragons of the sand

regal and small

the flicker of a dark eye

they watched there

as we

crafted hours of cousin play

those dragons scampered

free and easy

front porch to open fields.

Little did I know

as the years blasted us

that I would return to

walk upon those

time worn sands

under the melting sun

that we would speak no more

after you left

in your camo suit

for other deserts

and war-torn spaces.

I did not understand

the little dragons

would leave

maybe out searching

for other children

in a world before pesticide

and habitat destruction

maybe choosing to become fairies

that packed up

in the midst of a new sun streaming

and left

our childhood home.

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