The hog-nose snake among the
Grape vines when
The dogs find him and
All his tricks
Puffed up like a cobra
In its hood
Then
Rolled over in mock eternity
While the claws and the
Nails of the she-dogs
Ripped the grass
Around him
Until their interest slipped
Back to the
Squirrels among the branches
The opossum among the garbage
The sleep behind their eyes
And he slipped away with
His scales between the arbors
Of this crop, next
Year's crop,
The places where futures come
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