by Pablo Neruda
On the sand
a
lizard
with a sandy tail.
Beneath
a leaf,
a leaflike
head.
From what planet,
from what
cold green ember
did you fall?
From the moon?
From frozen space?
Or from
the emerald
did your color
climb the vine?
On a rotting
tree trunk
you are
a living
shoot,
arrow
of its foliage.
On a stone
you are a stone
with two small, ancient
eyes--
eyes of the stone.
By the
water
you are
silent, slippery
slime.
To
a fly
you are the dart
of an annihilating dragon.
from The Dreamer by Pam Munoz Ryan, 2010, Scholastic
Monday, July 25, 2011
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