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John's Lizard
The little lizard waits -- slender
fi ngers outspread
And long thin whip of a tail
straight as a ruled line.
Resting quietly on John's palm,
having been caught
With a looped fi ber from a stem
of grass, he tilts his head now
To hold both John and me in his calm
direct gaze: entirely
In the moment. Things Florentine goldsmiths
hammered, enchased, smoothed,
He resembles in elegance; likewise
the Samurai weapons -- stirring and
Practical. By day he hunts and suns, by night
sleeps undisturbed,
His blanket, his roof, his local government
the starry universe.