Legless

I am the ceramic man
that stands alone
at the far end of the garden
waiting

The rusty smear of a dead insect
blurs my view
staring out to where she will find me
the gentle hand of spring time rain

They had left me here when the first snow came
forgetful
I never made my winter bed in the old oak garage

So I stand here waiting
for her
to make her way home
to greet me on this lonely day

at the far end
of the garden


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©Doctor Lizard

Dr.Lizard (birth name: Chris Ramsay)
is an adrongynous Canadian visual/literary artist with a fetish for
beautiful words and silver nail polish.
Almost never intune with reality,
He spends his days writing about what he sees and feels in his everlasting
dreamstate.
Pulling inspiration from the wildlife of his childhood...
he is a most puzzling creature and a constantly evolving writer.
Visit his website The Atomic Farm
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