Sierra trail. Shafts of sunlight & shadowed stalks,
scents of cedar & pine. I turn to see them
slipping under rock. The rattles…
In silence, I returned. The need to confront…
Mindlanguage telling them to trust me:
Don?Äôt be afraid.
& SNAP.
…a branch breaks underfoot, shaking leaves.
I jump.
Waking from this natureboy image.
Feeling venom in my veins.

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