Outside This Room

You are on the bench in the garden with a cup of tea and a book
Your book is face-up on the table breathing as you pause
A slight lumbering movement near you
Oh look, an ancient reptilian shape on your book
Oh look, it is the same creamy colour as the pages

A chameleon has absorbed your book.
Are its words ingested into stealth of scales
Thinned into cold-blooded stream?

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Karen Lazar
Lecturer in English Education
Age 52
Johannesburg, South Africa

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