Had We Met

I would not have liked you had we met.
I would have been afraid of the snake
coiled beneath your boots. The sound
of your voice would have stopped me
in my tracks, made me wary to proceed,
reluctant to move, unable to speak.
Never tease a rattlesnake, words of wisdom,
my grandmother’s warning, she said, it’s
best to leave them be, lying at the foot
of a stone, let them languish without peril
in the warm sun, undisturbed, at peace.

 

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