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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Mar 26, 2012
Mar 26, 2012 at 2:02 PM UTC
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.**
0O0
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