Jassy Melson
08-11-2012, 02:29 PM
Sitting inside a VW van
I saw my first snake of the year
tearing across the mountain road.
Now this was no slick snake in the grass,
this one was for real.
It was a brief encounter of reptile and man
for neither wanted to stick around
to explore or analyze;
that first summer serpent and I
just wanted to split the scene.
Looking back I noticed my black and blue
acquaintance--stretched--on the dirt road again.
Could it be that I interrupted a tan?
I marvel at such dust-swallowing will
and at the dusky-velvet hue of polished skin.
Today I saw the face of one
smothered still with ancient fears;
without hesitation we both fled.
And I don't know about my friend
but for me it was instinct.
I saw my first snake of the year
tearing across the mountain road.
Now this was no slick snake in the grass,
this one was for real.
It was a brief encounter of reptile and man
for neither wanted to stick around
to explore or analyze;
that first summer serpent and I
just wanted to split the scene.
Looking back I noticed my black and blue
acquaintance--stretched--on the dirt road again.
Could it be that I interrupted a tan?
I marvel at such dust-swallowing will
and at the dusky-velvet hue of polished skin.
Today I saw the face of one
smothered still with ancient fears;
without hesitation we both fled.
And I don't know about my friend
but for me it was instinct.