The anoles
in the azalea bushes wind
around
branches like wavy hair,
hundreds of anoles
hiding Escher-like
in chain link fences,
under palmetto bushes, on concrete block walks,
under the mist
that hovers over the vacant lot
next door like fabric softener sheets.
They are ribbons
tying me
to this front porch
in the town
of my
childhood.
I have returned,
they have tasted me,
& I taste like their own blood.
____
*An anole is a small, harmless gecko-like creature that eats
mosquitoes and other insects.
* * * * *
A former Chicagolander, Eileen
Murphy now lives 30 miles from Tampa. She received her Masters degree from
Columbia College, Chicago. She teaches literature and English at Polk State
College in Lakeland and has recently published poetry in Thirteen Myna
Birds, Tinderbox (nominated for Pushcart Prize), Yes
Poetry, The American Journal of Poetry, Rogue Agent, Deaf
Poets Society, and other journals. Her website is mishmurphy.com.
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