Reptiles
Dead lizards on the road,
grey leathery
backs and milk white bellies.
Eyes closed as not to see
oncoming death.
I think they drowned.
In a child’s mind they can
become monsters and
grow building tall.
They’re baby dragons
that shouldn’t have gone out
playing in the rain.
AucklandPoetry.com presents Poet Resident JAN OSKAR HANSEN on http://OSKAR.AUCKLANDPOETRY.COM
Thursday, March 05, 2009
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