The prostrate lizard,
hated savior,
crawls the crooked road to the city
Figures, sinking with the light,
bending your prayers
—watching the sun
Light retreats
as shadows leave,
emptying space for a new awareness
Its carnal madness
telling again and again
—how far you've come
(West Philadelphia: December,1972)
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