It’s hot and dry
in the Sierras
like a blowtorch.
The wind in the puckered oaks
sounds like a raging fire.
There’s smoke standing in the air
like the unseen presence
of a dragon.
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The Sierra’s Dragon
It’s hot and dry
in the Sierras
like a blowtorch.
The wind in the puckered oaks
sounds like a raging fire.
There’s smoke standing in the air
like the unseen presence
of a dragon.
