Down in the Fairy Tale Canyon
hides a dragonesque companion.
Its spine plates jut from rusty sands
in this ill-known Silk Route badlands.
If you see the ground start to move
you’d better have a countermove.
There was an old woman from Kyrgyzstan
who went to the lake daily, feeding swans,
but it’s not a swan lake —
just plovers, gulls, and crakes
learned the woman who’d been badly conned.