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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