Lizard Whispering
The St. George sand
Biting my heels,
Looking through my gaze.
Time to go
Hunt for a way
To make the dough
And go again.
A former teacher,
An open home
A car rolling back.
Sudden stops,
A little hiss.
I’ve found a new friend.
Scales and ridges,
A pleasing complexion.
Kind words exchanged,
A bid farewell.
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