I Am a Chameleon
I am an old porch
Leaning in on a bent back
Weathered and rotting
Aha! Something enticingly fun
comes into view
turning me into my butterfly self.
Orange and dotted,
flitting among the lilacs,
diving in for a taste,
enjoying life once again.
I am distracted by a worm
Instantly irritated and mad,
turning into a mud puddle.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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