you chased the dragon
it was a hot cup of coffee
 and a beignet
    it was chilly outside
      you waited for the sun
       
 the real dragon
      you know the one
     lost in the
down deep
  you shook the crumbs off
and made a loitering pigeon happy

 the package with the books you sent
was received gladly
  real mail
    rare these days
unlike the dragons
 seeming to be everywhere

 - fiery breath
like vog
   Lord Smaug
Jabberwocky
 St. George
  The Great Eye
ring wraiths
   on the bus
walking home from work
pyroclastic flows
  the dragons are all too real