Jorge

A lizard lies on a rock under the desert sun
A big green lizard 
with a few black scales
and a white belly
Soft grey slitted eyes peer unconcernedly
and his long tail stretches out lazily behind him

The muffled reds
and dusty beiges
and brown buttes and bluffs
meet the cloudless blue sky in the distance
Unreal beauty 
as if found in the landscape of a dream

He decides to get down from the rock
falls the last few inches of his descent
and lands on his side
Gradually he rights himself and,
smiling dopedly, trudges off
His name was Jorge

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