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Over twenty summers ago
Bent over a can full of sand
And looking behind
Saw a little hill
Full of possibilities
I nudged my brother to gather
New sand there
As we dug into the earth
I was glad to fill our can
We can build so many worlds
Play creator for the day
Lost in thought
We defaced the small hill
When a snake popped out of the dirt
Long and with a great ugly head
My brother stayed to capture the snake
While I ran away screaming
Maybe we were punished
For our greed of land
Now the images of any snake
Still haunts me
Takes me to that day
And because I did not stay to capture it
It has captured me
copyright 2007
Kim
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