A lizard moves from leaf
to fence, shifting from green
to brown, quickly hiding
from prey and predator.
Today, he captures a moth;
tomorrow, the hawk feeds.
Life and death’s a disguise
I wear to hide the present
horror: the taut skin over
bone stretches to a smile.
Without camouflage to live
within, I pass to the last
third of life: I must change
to live, must live in this change.
(November 24, 2023)
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