Lizards of Warning
Each verdant remnant
more spotlit
more haloed
as necrotization sets in
the lesson of [the] candles
darkness' set point
One day in silent January
the light already turning
still silver though,
silent shimmer a lone room,
not even a chair
windows to the floor
not even a curtain
-- no blind
a prophet appeared to appear
in an orange glow of course
a fiery chariot, speaking in tongues
speaking nothing
speaking nonsense
It was a day of waiting for something
[the] clouds had gathered ominous
in the wrong part of the sky
I in the corner practicing invisibility
before I knew it was a possibility
reading -- deciphering the honored text
What happened next
[the] thunder
then, years passed
[the] seasons turned over and over
[the] edge of the cliff was clothed
in soft moss
not sharp not unwelcome
[the] lizards of warning were sleeping
Far out on the pond a ripple
a sliver a lace in the shape of a snake
it was the ducks the geese
quiet and dozing
one bright spot of white in all that dim
turned seemed to get ready
to fly
but settled
It was the tame lone swan
who took no notice of its difference
accepted by the other fowl or
none commenting all waiting
for what
[the] weather to move again
[the] night to descend
[the] crows to put the sun to rise
or set --
Elijah to utter
a word of wisdom.
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