Sitting in the toasting sun
absorbing
rays
the days are full
of diesel engines
off in the distance
and the stone is hot, burning my
feet that I've slipped
from my sandals
so I can chase the
elusive lizard
whose tail
will flail
in my fingers as the
body runs off
into the maquis
overlooking the
diamond blue
sea
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Comments: 11
Nice poem but I have to ask. Do you pull off their tails often?
LOL! These lizards have a survival mechanism: since they are most likely to be caught by the tail, the tail will detach from the rest of the body so the lizard can run away. I was a very chagrined 10 yr old when THAT happened!! Oh, and the tail continues too wriggle while it's in your hand!