Nadir-How Low Can You Go

Standing there, soaking wet,

suddenly I saw Pegasus

streak across that orange and red sky,

bound for the heavens

before he would return again

to his perch hidden

in the jagged skyline of Dallas.

Trails of green blinked on and off

as the sky faded to morning blue

and the red blaze washed pale orange

and then gray where city meets sky.

Having made his morning flight,

I watched him soar back into place,

nostrils flaring,

frosty crystals of heated breath

falling gently on highway beasts.

His face reflected everywhere

in the looking glass buildings;

a thin line of white the only trace

of his early morning survey

of the waking city.

Colorless buildings come alive,

Their yellow eyes opening slowly

one by one

as the serpents’ eyes crawl

closer to the ground

and the Dragon drifts dreamily

off to sleep.

Metallic beasties sneak into the city

seeking temporary respite

in carved out lairs.

Pegasus stands guard of the mirrored monoliths,

pointing to the castle

sitting below,

under attack

by invading citizens

embarking upon their daily quest

for the Holy Grail.

Iron horses run circles

around the king’s court

avenging his death,

carrying justice far and wide.

Pegasus rises,

stacks of smoldering ash,

brother to Phoenix,

smoke against a crimson sky,

blazing midnight sky

lost in volcanic heat

destroying the city below.

Time to rebuild,

to take back.

Pegasus stands ready

poised for yet another

morning flight

and survey of what will once again be his.


Copyright 1992

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