Urban renewal

Cleaning what remains of summer

You pick up an old board

Move it to the curb for the city to haul away

a lethargic anole clings to the underside

Hoping the morning may warm it enough

To gather its senses and find another place

Where it can sleep off the tilting away from sun

you carefully gather it up

Place it gently along the fence

Sit back in your chair and

Watch as a bird rises up from the fence line

an anole in its beak

11-21-21