THE SNAKE
- By Romana Iorga
- Published 05/3/2002
- MaverickMagazine 6/7
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Rating:
Unrated
I knew it would come soon,
the rattle, the snake
cowering in the grass.
My eyes grew large
and glittering
toward that moment.
Quick, like a wind blast
on a stormy sea
the arch of the coiled body
climbed upward inside me.
I rose over the grass
like a cathedral.
Small voices sang down below-
couldn't be angels-but resonance
blew my chest open.
Copyright © Romana Iorga, 2002. All Rights Reserved.
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