Colorful storms huddle together on the horizon
Sweeping across and irrigating the seas
slowly changing shape and color like chameleons
crawling toward the land with apetites
Seaside cities founded on dreams of prosperity
Foyer pillars built to emulate the soundness of democracy
The chameleons push the sea into the court yards
Dogs swim looking for an exit
Picnic baskets float and fuzzy sunlight pulls through
even through the haze of humid air
Dominated by the chameleons
Families stand welcoming them at the new shore
Change is all we can ever hope for
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