Lizard
I drive on fast lane
Island is to my left
Width is foot, maybe two
On it I, see lizard
It is aiming to cross
At close changes shape
It is shoe for foot; left
Who left it? Why and when?
Stories are made; told
In my heart and brain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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