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Lizzard
No myth, this dragon, spotted green on green
Monitor of Guam’s think tangan-tangan,
Low and sleek, undulating nose to tail,
Silent, cunning hunter of shrews,
Only the boar, and man, his equal,
Bursts on to the trail with speed alarming,
Northwest Field, unhunted for decades,
A dangerless oasis where life can mature,
Five feet long, this one!
Two hundred pounds, thirty miles per hour,
I yielded the path, letting him lead,
Weaving the palm tree slalom I could not follow,
I slowed to a stop as the canopy lowered,
He moved through the jungle as the master,
I stayed to watch him slip out of sight,
Yet he turned to me, as if to ask for another motorcycle chase.
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2007-12-07
03:21:58
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