An impression of
lizard, like and unlike that I noted one September on a garden wall in Italy,
the garden of strangers, where I was far from home and traveling incognito,
though come for the first time in a long time into my own. Quick—like the passage of lizard down a
garden wall, along a crack a flicker long and fast across the paving stones; and
quick like “to the quick,” the quick and not the dead. Living.
Image: Christie B. Cochrell, An Impression of
Lizard
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