a slippery greenish
blue
chameleon
crawling up the metal
strip
on the door.
he's fast as he scurries
along to where
chameleons go when
they don't
want to be seen anymore.
but he takes
a split
second to stop
and look at me
suspiciously,
and me at him.
it's no different than being
in the city,
i do believe.
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