Wednesday, August 26, 2015

The Chameleon

hews the hue from pith and peel
to sublimate the color wheel
refracted in sun-speckle drops
like lemon macaroons.  It sops
up the palate's palette cake
and engineers a prism break
above entablatures of trees
to slip into the backdrop frieze
and coalescent with the light
cleave itself from human sight.

Poem by Walter Ancarrow
Photo by Os Nakayama

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