Random (IV)

chameLeon

to those poems who
take the shape of
everything,
bleaching everything
the color of
itself,
meaning one thing
and another else
and another more.
part war, part truce
and a friend becomes an
enemy who becomes a recluse. when
the 36th looks like
the 54th of February
in and out of time.
one becoming two,
two becoming one.
when we walk
into a poem and
walk out someone else
it’s a re. membering.

leonell echa