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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