A Dragon
A dragon is not a dragon
until a poet decides it is.
I decide there is a dragon
who won’t vomit fire, but stones
and looks at a woman’s face
strangely, as if hoping
to sing with her the moon’s chorus.
Her stone scales
weigh upon the world.
Oh unicorn dragon
of my nocturnal hallucinations!
5-28-79
{ Ludovico Silva, Piedras y campanas, Caracas/Bogotá: Editorial Rayuela/Editorial Pluma, 1979 }
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