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When the snakes returned we stood
on our front porch and pumped our fists in the air.
“USA! USA! USA!”
This had little effect on the snakes as they kept
their cool snake emotions in check.
Jim drew a picture of a snake with a crayon
on a piece of cardboard and the words “Welcome snakes”
He held it up for all the snakes to see.
Their reaction was that of no reaction.
They had played their cards well and had
checkmated us at our own game.
They flowed by the house
Like a river of snakes.
Like an ocean of snakes.
Like snakes that were late for a bus,
but who did not care because they
did not ride that particular bus.
We sang and danced
and celebrated until dawn.
And then those of us who were
stilll alive went to the hospital
to get treated for our snake bites.