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found poem: a proud skunk

found poem: There’s


snake skinThe snake was always in the same spot, in the back yard, in a little cleft of soil near the lawn between two mounds of grassy Armeria (thrift). We would surprise each other there — he sunning on the warm grass, I crawling along on my kneepads pulling weeds. We met there perhaps three times, he slipping away before I had a chance to study him carefully, a whisper of glossy striped darkness disappearing under the heather.

But yesterday, having forgotten about him again, I was surprised instead by a pale ghost-snake on the dark soil. A remnant. A gift. A neat trick if you can do it.

I glance at yesterday’s post… “slide through the inner turmoil” …and see the snake’s neat instruction: this is how it’s done.

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