At Once

Feels like Mexico

like California

feels like the sun swallowed up by low tide

and the dragons roar

the Cathedral does not budge

the trees whisper around it

feels like double cream on tea cakes

sand

deciduous trees

salt water

floor boards creaking

too much of a good thing

unfolding paper crane

head rested on cold window

there will always be dragons

and mexico

and water lapping around the base

of that Cathedral

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About amyleighcutler

Writer, dancer, vagabond extraordinaire
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