Snakes Alive

A serpent the color of asphalt as the night gathers around,

it is only the sine wave of motion to show its passage

across the path to the grass off to the side.

This is its first summer, not much larger

than a worm that has crawled onto the pavement

to prevent drowning, and in this instant

not a creature to be tread under man’s heel.

About johnsmithiiimxiii

John Smith, IIMXIII is the avatar of an award winning poet, artist, etc. who still lives in the Palouse country of the Pacific NW. He has not received much notice with his prose . . . but as his avatar, I hope that he keeps plugging along.

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