The sudden suprise
snake
in the back of the garage
jolts my heart,
reminds my mind:
beware the perpetual, possible presence of
snake.
He slithers across the floor,
out the door, into the grass,
hides in the bushes, invisible
like my volcanic temper,
my well capped lust.
Snakes,
hidden in dark corners,
but always,
there.
About Ken Greenman
Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free!
Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
Poems by Ken 