drifting on air as somewhere deep in a West Indian rain forest the children sneak away from school and disturb a nest of dragonlets deep within the old banyan tree . . . free they are now but what to do . . .every which way . . .some for the sea and some for the volcano down the way . . . who knows where in the end but a path of fire writhing as they go with a new flicker each time they breathe . . .
My fall series post for today published over on my Substack. Please scroll down to the end to see all the images including this one. Thanks!
