Copperhead Country
Walking on the path near
my house I saw
a canopied forest
neath azure skies and
porcelin clouds
and touched my pearl earrings
the ones you gave me before we left Tennessee
as a copperhead slithered by
uninterested
continuing on its way
unlike the other ones I will meet
on the bright gleaming campus
its noble archway
bidding all who enter here --
"Arbeit Macht Frei"
"Arbeit Macht Frei"
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