My dragon breath sounds like a long who
as the gray and white swirls of smoke flow outward.
The day is bombarded with fog and blocked light
as if the sun just gave up the fight.
Tires swish by on misty pavements -
Some engines are more abrasive than others,
while the various birds chirp from the tree tops.
It is dischord and there is no drum beat
except for the tapping of my fingers on the keyboard,
which keep no time, but allow my thoughts and senses
to be service for my humanity as I share this moment.
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