All day the city skies were blue with humidity
then the haze moved in slowly
and then like an invisible dragon materializing
one speck at a time
A dark gray here
A dark gray there
and then the enormous body of the dragon formed
cloud upon cloud upon cloud
and seemed to swallow the tops of the skyscrapers
advancing downwards ever downwards
then it roared
and roared
and... ROARED!
Then it opened its mouth
and shot out a spark of fire
and the 80-year-old tree
in the middle of the park
was no more.
Slain by a fire-breathing dragon.
And the hail stones on the ground
provided cold comfort to the grass.
-A poem written by Christopher Van Helsing
Friday evening, June 10th 2011
in the middle of a thunderstorm.
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