I have never been at home here
so when the dragons rise
in rows behind the streetlights
I do nothing to show
I hadn’t been expecting them
they are less strange to me
smoke and iron and ice
than you are
sitting here beside me
as though nothing unusual
breathes all around us
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Mary McCarthy grew up in Pittsburgh, PA, studied art and literature but spent most of her working life as a Registered Nurse. She has always been a writer. She has great hopes for the future despite the horrors reported endlessly in the daily news.
Magical and wonderful! I love it, Mary! When I was little, I saw dragons curling in rugs, peeking from behind light posts and other odd places. Great poem!
Thank you Robin! I’m a firm believer there’s much more magic in the world than most suspect!