Pillars cloaked with kudzu

tell the tale of things left alone

become more beautiful.

A lizard rests on leaves

enwrapped on stone,

I like his eyes.

I like precisely his inhumanity,

his blank impersonal caution

and indifferent inquisitiveness.

Stay there, little one, I'm not

coming to capture you

or put you in a jar.

I just want to watch the beauty

of something alive

that does not care about human beings.