A Conspicuous Visitor
He came unannounced,
quite uninvited; a thread
splitting a shiny Sunday suit,
quite uninvited; a thread
splitting a shiny Sunday suit,
he kissed the ground—moving
like a cobra, half coiled, sliding
sideways over the porch to ring
my bell; he paused for a moment
in the blinding summer sun to bathe,
looked to see who was hosting the
sideways over the porch to ring
my bell; he paused for a moment
in the blinding summer sun to bathe,
looked to see who was hosting the
party, then silently moved over and
up the Wax Myrtle; his thirsty
tongue sucked the air.
up the Wax Myrtle; his thirsty
tongue sucked the air.
By: Patricia Cole
2/17/11
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