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.