Second Language -- Randy Blasing

(Poem #101)Second Language The smallest green chameleon gone like a flick of its tongue returns me to our beginnings & brings back the first time twenty-five years ago you ran across the English word for it & asked me what it meant. When I explained it stood for change, you wondered what would become of us, & I heard myself say for my part I would go on loving you, language I'd never used in all my days. -- Randy Blasing