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Fall
2005
~My Date Has A Pet
Iguana~
~Diver
Dan~
My Date Has A Pet Iguana
Body still,
its eyes siphon off my
movement.
Wherever I am in this room,
the watch goes on.
Surely its
head just turned
but why does it feel as if
it was the walls, the
ceiling,
that rotated on command
of that gray head, scaly hide,
razor
claws, the spines along its back,
pendulous dewlap.
"He's friendly," she
says.
It's good to know, up front,
what someone means by
friendship.
~
Diver Dan
I left the world where I was just
one more
to this place where I parlayed
my size and strength
into the
most powerful beast going.
For as long as I could hold my breath,
I loomed
large over the tiny scattering fish.
It was a silent, almost invisible
kingdom,
and a brilliant, slithering, foot-kicking coup
on my part.
I
could not see you on the bank,
feel your apprehension.
But later, I
would know your calm,
when I emerged dripping and gulping for air.
It was
back to needing you and not knowing why.
It was back to less penetrable
worlds
and wondering who ruled there.
poem
copyright 2005
John
Grey
Sculpture
and photo by
Alex Nodopaka
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