“Behold, the Snake” by David Carpenter

once   sewing a patch on the sleeve of an old shirt
I saw you curled at my feet

later I found your hibernaculum
your family of gliding wonders

I learned how to freeze and listen
each unwinding coil an elongated whisper in the fescue

you and your sisters wove
down the slope around my sandals

black and yellow ribbons
flowing through parched grasses

oh   you are well worth my panegyric
serpent god’s great glow-worm fit for constellations

advancing your loops in a swift weave
to knit up the ravelled sleeve of the world

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