Reptile Moment Sonata In B Minor Opus 12

Whichever way this rattled snake turns

He cannot evade canyon walls

Crowding him

Crowding him with eternities of horizontal

Fashion crowding him until he loses the sky

He hugs the ground this rattled snake

Turns in the sun

Keeps the rocks company

The sun company

The heavens company

He roasts in the sun

Becomes hot enough to close his eyes and fly

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Joanna Bull's picture

I like it. Especially "he roasts in the sun/becomes hot enought to close his eyes and fly" A real inspiriation, great writing. keep it up!

hawksquaw99's picture

nicely written... liked this piece....