Abstract: Lizards On The Trail

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Two alligator lizards darted through the dried grass beside the trail today,

one after the other.

One in pursuit,

and the other unconvinced.

The larger, more colorful male, his choice made,

followed his desire where ever she turned-

from the rock under the brush,

back over the trail to the yellowing fescue.

Finally, she paused atop a downed oak branch,

and the boy decided this is where he would dance and strut,

like we all do,

to impress his lady.

From my view on the trail,

the poor bastard had done everything a man could to win a champions reward,

but today was not his day.

His love wondered off into the woods,

and he stood on the trail,

exposed and alone, as a constant reminder: it is the pursued who decide the fate of any couple, not the pursuer.

The pursuer has already decided,

took his leap and brought his heart to bear,

hoping she will match his yes.

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