Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

Noticing

inside our closed porch, salamander
doesn’t fear for its life
while crouching by the pool’s edge
peeking at the water where
colors flow into one another

outside, a similar level of fluidity
flowers raging in magenta
pink, carmine, scarlet
spilling over each other
against the dense green

watching from the window
I think of the divine light
upon salamanders, flowers, trees,
and suspect I must be missing
the lot in day-to-day tilts of things

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Prompt: indoor/outdoor + mixed feelings + poet in the background