Dragon Breath Tricia Knoll Scritch of metal tines on concrete calledour gang from the fort in the woods.We abandoned paint-can seats,acorn cups and mushroom-rotted logs. Fathers in padded jackets and duckbill hatsraked oak leaves in low October sun.Scritch of rake – we brought twigs for treatsas fathers whooshed up fire with a little gas and much damp smoke and shifted usfrom one side to the other as the wind eddied.No one thought of air pollution, climate changeor carbon sequestration. This […] Continue Reading
