SNAKE AND FLOWERS
I’m invisible in the painting,
weed-eating May’s flowers – the same,
or sisters of the ones I cut in March
and again in April, last year and the last,
perennial acrylic blossoms on wood.
A fool’s errand it seems. And here’s
the snake, winding its way with flowers.
Is this the serpent who inspired
the artist? Where does art leave off
and life intrude? namely, this Western
Rattlesnake. Flowers and snake,
I’m intertwined in their design.