Lizard Hunting
I.
In the orange land,
the sidewalks race wild with them,
postured like statues of royal gardens
the marble lions
amongst hibiscus limbs.
II.
I like the smell of them,
earth warmed dirt
and fallen honeysuckle
baked
beneath the Florida sun.
III.
I poke with
one tanned fingertip
where the flesh
cocoons around their
soft belly,
it is like
the open sesame
for lizards.
IV.
The open mouth of a lizard
has no bias
it dangles on ear lobes
like Coco Chanel
classic in style.
V.
When separated
the tail becomes an asp
wrestling with the truth
of it's loss.
Copyright © Jennifer Brooks | Year Posted 2005
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