Snake Music
emerging from its winter den
new shine— new scales—
same old songCan you hear its approach scales sliding across desert sand sides brushing against parched grass notes hiding in the rubble
of its earlier sojournsSnake sings out through the air waves along print lines and voice of media power picks up its melody
adding dissonant harmonyCan you hear the song of the snake it surely doesn’t speak
peace2 commentsPamela Olson