I sit in the humid stillness before sunrise
waiting for the early rays to reach over
the horizon and instill a patience within
to aide my antipathy toward the people
I will be forced to interact with for yet
another day and happy to see a lizard
who is also skittish near humanity silently
hanging on the screen near my head
from Dried Blood (1990)
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