Sprawled in the mud. A night’s broken sleep. A day’s pressing demands.
The cicadas cackle anyway. Leaves still rustle in a passing breeze.
Life goes on.
Everyone riding dragons gets thrown. The true riders get back up.
cool evening
a place to make
a stand
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Frank J. Tassone 
True riders climb back on indeed, it’s all a matter of falling and then having the courage to get back on again. Beautifully and wonderfully said, Frank. ❤ Making a stand is one of the strongest things we could do to build our confidence and face our fears.
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Deliciously natural! Loved it!
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Bravo. Nice one.
Much❤love
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I really like this line: “Everyone riding dragons gets thrown. The true riders get back up.”
Nicely done poem.
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Frank, I like your battling dragons of one kind or another. It’s important to know where to make your stand. A cool evening after a dragon’s breath day sounds like a good place to make one.
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love the bravery in this, Frank!
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Everyone riding dragons gets thrown. The true riders get back up.
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Cheers to all the true riders among us! Love this, Frank.
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“Everyone riding dragons gets thrown.” So true, even when we don’t expect it. I like the terse lines, each holding so much.
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‘True riders get back up’ is the truth – a triumphant haibun-quadrille!
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