early morn
not asking
just lizarding
training tongue

movement of tail
hip to border back
to hip to edge
back to edge again
brinking rim

off to the south my flutter flies
a cool landing in moss
gentle breeze
warm wetlands
nourishment of all life and limbs

inner space
the place inside
head where notion dwells
weaves and quilts
geometric designs on you

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