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A drop of deep green struggling
on the tar  black of asphalt,
scorched by the cruel summer sun;
allowing just enough time
to make me realize
the kinship with a hapless reptile,
sure to meet it's maker,
in the absense of  an alacritous  intervention.
Stopping my speeding car,
I  allow that chameleon to cross the road;
all green, coiled tail, its swaying gait became confident,
the hurried escape was a ' thank you' note,
written  in another form.

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Why always blame cats?
curiosity killed two elephants,
trying to uproot, a live electric fence,
to see what will happen.
The green crab's countenance,
has an allure so rare,
but those pincers up close,
are *a picture of uncivilized eclat.
The shape.
Did not feel right today.
He really was not himself.
He had change in some way.
O why he thought.
Why can today, not be yesterday.
Words are like woodworm.
In my brain,              see there they are again.
          Eat through my brain.

BUT!!!!!!

Can I type quick.
           NO, would be the answer to this.

BUT!!!!! wait a minuete lets see.

                I dreamed of pink eggs.
           I balanced.
       And had my blue days.
  Even went over the edge.

Poems I like an egg stain on my face.
                                                                         If you wipe it.
                                                               It still will not go away.
                                                                  That is why I love it.
Where are you?
the Earliest question
repeats
we find other
questions
and other answers
and then answers
without questions
these are the
noise
of our lives
the Earliest question
always returning and
at last may
find our attention
introducing
Silence in noise
and then
Silence.
evening

a

quiet

sea

looking

at

the

waves

from

behind

sw­eeping
black !


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evening

a

quiet

sea

looking

at

the

w­aves

from

behind

falling

black !
a rather interesting phenomenon have i have noticed at buttons beach at ulverstone where the old stormwater drain goes out near the hydroslide, if you go out on the rocks abit or along the old drain so you can see the waves from behind when the sea is calm and the waves are small, past sunset when the light is right the waves magically become a sort of unreal/neat/mystical black as they break and sweep forward, you have to see it to know what i am talking about !
A new day
with immediate choices
Time
segmenting and expecting
mapping a day
fine tuning with
polish
becoming the map?
a shadow lengthens
Rewinding the day
silence and light
breathing
Light
a map unfolds
a shadow fades.
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