Thursday, 5 July 2018


by Eve West Bessier

Soon it will arrive,
that sweet moment
of clarity,

just before the twin spotted
spiny lizard sprints,

or just after,

his tail disappearing
under Apache grass.

I will witness it,

that moment,

wondering whether to let
it pass

without residual
intention to do anything

in particular.

This morning,
the lizard avoids
the roadrunner's beak

a small gift
in a hard-natured world.

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