I watched
You watch
The fleeting snow
Before it took its leave
You put down your go

What did it tell you
What it told me
That bruises aren’t all bad
That time heals
All things

We saw
The three of us
You, me and the sky
The blue-green in our eyes’ skies
Not one can predict us

Lizard Legs

I look at this skin

I see it, I see hope

Splotchy, yellow-blue at times

Like the shades of a bruise


At the pace of a lizard’s cool blood


Yet always

Legs to carry it and a thick exterior

To protect it

Should it pain me or try to run

Is all I know to do