Forgotten Ground Regained
Not Rattling
Scaly on a shelf · of square-laid stonework,coiled by a bush, basking in the sun,we can’t see your tail · on this cool morningor hear it either · in the early stillness.Taking its time, your tongue flicks slowly,testing our purpose, tasting the peace.
Copyright © David B. Ring, 2010.
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