The Race

            The traffic hurdles—
            tawny lizards scurry 
            beneath the sun burning
            people in a hurry—
            
            People in rushes—
            the lizards are dashing
            and bright, their scales awash
            in the sunlight flashing—
            
            In the sun, blinded,
            are the people maligned
            by their race disinclined 
            to the lizards refined.