In the heat of the sun in Tomorrow Town,
an iguana lies in wait. Knowing not
quite why it waits, it resigns to casual sunning.
There on the rock, it contemplates
the coming day’s fly action.
Maybe a dragonfly will buzz low enough,
forgetting its millions of years of instinct
for a moment, just a moment.
Author: Aidan Badinger
I am a poet.
I write poems.
Titles and subjects and subsequent readership are all part of one fragmented figment of our universe, and it's nice that we take it so seriously. Hopefully the craft remains and grows stronger for our children.
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