Scorches from Summer Clouds

The dragon is impatient.

Selectively scorching leaves

Such as these

Fading embers still ablaze

Sparks off burned tar.

Shedding hair is ripped.

Old roots know where to look

And look gracefully.

A leaf suspended.

Not alit by wind.

Brambles

Steles revel as Black Pond evaporates.

A lean-to against a cut-down.

A greasy blender rubbed wrong.

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