When the black snake flashed onto the morning road, and the truck could not swerve — death, that is how it happens.
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Now he lies looped and useless as an old bicycle tire. – I stop the car and carry him into the bushes.
Offered nothing,
it will stand as long as you ask.
The little bells of the bridle will hang
beside you quietly,
in the heat and the tree’s thin shade.
Do not let its sparse mane deceive you,
or the way the left ear swivels into dream.
This too is a gift of the gods,
calm and complete.
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