Tag Archives: Gopher Snake

Always a hole in the law,

in the black sky where the March moon

bores into your mind,

along the borders

between you and Nature

tirelessly encroaching.

She lives in town, the nurse

taking my blood pressure,

wants to know about the moths

driving her inside the house

with her kids

on the block of last night’s shooting.

I can’t imagine trying to sleep in a city.

First 80-degree day,

surrounded by colorful pastures

of wildflowers, thigh-high,

we can feel the snakes

crawling out of hibernation—

even the dogs are cautious,

as they check last year’s beds

dug in the shade of the deck.

The ebb and flow of skirmishes,

prey and predator, man and beast

until the end of time.