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64 Basilisk Lizard Lusty jitterbug amplified by corrugated rust scares the bejesus out of us. Before roof flakes settle, freckle rust-earth tiles, you skitter toward water. Your toes hinge over, longer than your feet. Little king, named for a made-up mess, part rooster, part dragon, part snake, you’re very much awake cooling your tail in the pool, lifting, alert, to every footfall, wingbeat, breath. 65 With a single glance, the story goes, the basilisk could stop a heart. One step too close and you’re panic incarnate— Jesus Christ Lizard zipping zigzag on hind legs, kicking up trails of rain, salvation’s sip sip sip into mist. for Bill Kloefkorn ...

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