Second Growth

Never subdue the poison
Dragon where the pines reduce
Daylight feasting on the sun.

You can let your coils uncoil
And glitter in the dapple,
The way the human dragon

Populations radiate
Coins and spangles in the night
From their electrical scales

And armored webs of chainmail.
You belong in the steep shade,
Listening to the traffic

Tracing the links below you.
Wet-skinned, moss salamander,
Nothing but fire in your thoughts.