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Now a Chameleon - Feb. 2, 2023

Gary Hunter

once like the plain gray lizard

that used to sun herself

on the front wall my mother

is now a chameleon of emotions

slipping in and out of shadows


each day even from one

phone call to the next

a month’s worth of feelings

kaleidoscopes between

sunrise and sunset


perhaps it’s an age we all reach

when we no longer care or can

hold onto the mask of one color

but release every flush and hue

of emotion that arises

to become a child again


and so a lifetime lover

of consistency is finally free

to roam in and out of herself


and never more in need

of keeping a close eye on

with every possible

kind of love

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