Bio Part 4
Somehow the Dragon escaped, flew perhaps from my pocket somewhere in Istanbul. I searched my bags, my sleeves, inside my shoes, in between the creases of poems; I looked under the bed of course; how he slipped out of a sealed plastic bag is a unfathomable mystery so I trust in re-occurrence, I lean faith of return because so many times in the past of what has been lost to me really has only been misplaced and is found later where I have already looked.
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