Dusk + Snake

Pending in slow motion, a crash
Dusk holding time by the wrists spinning in a maddening whirl
as the beacons of bugs warn or wait for the crash of night
in the soft whirlwind of the kiss of daytime
pulling back into the grass, we can trace
a line winding over broken flat backed blades
of grass
Shadows spread their shores, tides of night
pulling themselves from every crevice, the beacon bugs
keep blinking warning us to caution were we
brave enough to take a step.