Looking at a Lizard - Barry Spacks





My only purpose this moment
is looking at a lizard.
Does he know he's not alone?

He breathes with tiny push-ups,
his skin all hairline caverns
soaking up the sun.

I doubt, alive, I'm liable to get
closer to timelessness that this,
looking at a little lizard breathing.

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