Maybe he
was a good
snake
Maybe bad
The boy
didn't think
to ask
After all,
Black Mambas
some of 'em
come in black
He'd already kilt
two Corals
on his place
Black is not
a happy color
for snakes
And lurking in
peoples' garages
is
Not a good plan
"Wrong place,
wrong time,
Mr. Mamba"
He's gone
to a happier
place
A four-ten did it
nicely
But scarred the
garage floor.
*********************
Mil
5 June 2016
(A poem, written in the style of the
great William Carlos Williams.
whom I knew nothing about
until the 1976 American
Best Books, came out
in leather.)
(See Williams' THE RED WHEELBARROW)
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