thirty poems number sixteen


chameleon
 
 
shifting shape is other than what you’d think

half an edge has fewer predators.   shallow then

duck into the oncoming wave, mother said

just another curving shadowed shape

like grandmother Janet did, wave
 
 
 
 
 

5 thoughts on “thirty poems number sixteen

    1. Yes. More than fond. I remember forever – when time, going away, she came down the driveway and waved to me till I was out of sight around the far corner of the block.

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    1. That’s how I sometimes see the harbor seals, underwater, moving, a shape I recognize and adore. Thanks de. (ie. my many many Montery Bay pictures posted)

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