don’t mistake for suffering what isn’t suffering | the hint of
a chill tossing some palms
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me in a frumpy green sweater | the iguanas swooning
in verdant afghans
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limp and leather | a flurry of iguanas startled the road
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atop an emerald Lexus plopped the iguana ! the snowbirds
mistook it for a chameleon driving through their lush resort
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like a sculpture of itself | the iguana depicted stillness
without any fear of stillness
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I’m afraid of many things | but none is the iguana
lying naked on a swale in its dead dream of winter