Saturday, June 2, 2012

Still Brown Water

The placid lion behind the zoo
scrim deceives the trusting nature
of the child who imagines

burying his head in the soft
welcoming mane. The pride
distanced from the safari jeep

appears phlegmatic in the camera lens.
Even the yawning cat escaped to prowl
about city streets engenders curiosity

more than threat. The Latin fable,
still waters run deep, is rewritten
in modern vernacular to figure

Rodin's thinker rather than
a silent movie villain waiting
to rob the helpless widow.

Familiarity reverses our browns,
bleaches their darkness, so we
no longer see the color of fear.

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