Chameleon

By Sreedevi Anumula

She makes minutes move backward lightly

 tapping

 holding

 glass sheets of wind above

 twig.

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 Her eyes roll to sides

 as she pushes color from her blood to

 bough,

 bush and breeze

 until

 old forest trembles to ware this sudden

 heavy

 hue

 with no sound but only sun and mixing of color.

 .

 At dusk

 when wind circling round hill

 howls on hamlet

 and

 fish ballooning air

 thinks camaraderie

 in its steel fins,

 this chameleon

 goes home

 too tired of throwing air

 in and out of her

 soul.

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Sreedevi  Anumula  writes short stories and poetry  both in Telugu and English.  She has published her poetry and research articles in national and international Journals.  She teaches Modern British Poetry and American Literature at the Department of English, Osmania University, Hyderabad, India.

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