Trapped in the body of a snake
driving a car in the country road.
I am the glow at the end of a branch
you wave in the air in campfires,
I am a pantomime of all your curves,
a tunnel that an insect delves in the soil,
a vermiculate cave a seed mines in stone,
the tail of a kite,
a ribbon, a string, tide to a car’s antenna,
a draft in the ear of windows,
a flag waving in the wind,
a vine coiling around pedicles,
