looking
for snakes.
the larger the rock down
by the creek
the more likely
there'd be a snake curled
up under.
wet and cool
in the carved palm
of mud.
we'd watch it rise,
it's body stiffening,
the tongue electric
with spit
and sizzle, ready
to strike,
but we meant no harm.
we just wanted to see
what evil looked
like.
no need to lift a rock
these days.
just look across the room.
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