When the black snake
flashed onto the morning road,
and the truck could not swerve--
death, that is how it happens.
Now he lies looped and useless
as an old bicycle tire
i stop the car
and carry him into the bushes.
Poetry of place
poetry of spirit
poetry of nature
poetry of family
flashed onto the morning road,
and the truck could not swerve--
death, that is how it happens.
Now he lies looped and useless
as an old bicycle tire
i stop the car
and carry him into the bushes.
Poetry of place
poetry of spirit
poetry of nature
poetry of family