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

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