so wonderful because
we wander the world forgetting that
the snake cuts through the sand
leaving an angry beauty,
a mark of its tenderness and revenge?
we wait in the grasses thinking it quiet and safe
but hide our footprints where we stand
hiding is tender, softer, that way
but remember,
holding a knife by its blade
is a kinder trade:
it means that we handle life by its edge
bloodied palms like poetry
telling us that tenderness is privilege
and the snake weaves still
waiting
quietly always quietly
to attack
leaving us to always
look back.
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