from The Poetry Archive, a poem by Brian Moses

which begins…

I’m walking
with my iguana

I’m walking
with my iguana

When the temperature rises
to above eighty-five
my iguana is looking
like he’s coming alive.

So we make it to the beach,
my iguana and me,
then he sits on my shoulder
as we stroll by the sea…

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