Silent Geometry
A Lizard Sheds Its Skin
0923.2010
(Every architecture breaks in time)
A lizard sheds its skin as I watch—
its emerald and topaz drop
on the fawn-dusted flute
of the desert’s deep tune.
It turns its skin to a ghost
like the devil in the dust—
that wind-carved god
who whispers everything away.
Dissolving quietly,
it fades into the scenery’s epilogue.
m.c.f.
