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21/01/2019 / Harry Browne

Chameleon by Cheryl Vail

A chameleon stood next to me and began to change his color
Observing me, observing him, he asked of me
“Into what color can you change?”
“None” I said, “But oh, how I envy your trait
We clothe our naked bodies with no shield gained.
Chameleon, could you give me courage?”
At that he changed his color again, vanishing into the undergrowth.
No, I didn’t think so.
I am not yellow bellied
Maybe I only want to hide for a while
Blend in so I can observe this world
Come back again, in technicolor
When I don’t feel so absurd.


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