Chameleon Puddles
Chameleon Puddles
kicked the journal in the rear
because time is wasting
i don’t hear the criteria
of jettison hues and striking oranges
i'm the girl doing the prismatic happy dance
the peacock dancing through mutant rain
stopping to pop squeaky airborne bubbles
roll around in dew of purple plains
gawking at the maverick architecture
resting only to adjust the density
of my panoramic range
and then I’m up and out
splashing through lifes chameleon puddles..
again
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