The Lizard's Lifestyle

Poetry
​Heath Brougher

I am the lizard at the peak of my prowess
in the morning made of burnt skies.
I strode across the long tendrils to the far end of the field
and basked in the polish-shine of day.
My tongue had seizures. The milkiness
of your hatching flies surrounded and I gorged.
Walking crooked, jumping backward,
I fooled the neophyte born.
 
The night sky was my house, black all the way.
 
Sparkles would come. I, their beckoner.
I lived green, blending in, and flourished,
super-abound in the slight, invisible among the gruff verdant fields
now drenched in day. The noon sun drifted along with me.
I rode its tail, feeling its fiery legs burning onward.
It will carry me again to the night where I will continue to thrive
in this vivid world of repeating light and dark.
 
The night sky my house, black all the way.



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Heath Brougher is the poetry editor of Five 2 One Magazine. He has published one chapbook, A Curmudgeon Is Born(Yellow Chair Press, 2016). His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Diverse Voices Quarterly, Chiron Review, SLAB, Main Street Rag, Crack the Spine, Lakeview, MiPOesias, Blue Mountain Review, Gold Dust, eFiction India, and elsewhere. When not writing he helps with the charity Paws Soup Kitchen which gives out free dog/cat food to low income households with pets.

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