Mowing

The Black Snake
on the back of your hand
is not the blunder of a brush.

"I've seen my future," - no doubt you have

"I walked across my soul," - no doubt you did

You cannot sip your red hot tea yet:
the backward spiral of the teaspoon
is against that fate

of yours.

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