Bike, Snake

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Spoiler alert:
he wasn't hurt,

a crooked pencil,
yellow, still.

Crouching there,
I met his glare

and caught reproach
at man's encroachment.

He sprang, I cursed,
and he reversed,

a lightning ess,
to the cover of grass.

I thought it just
to eat his dust

and also, awesome:
a snake played possum.

Image by Susan Rouse.
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