Today the post-
woman brought
me nothing. An
empty mailbox 

later filled by a
green & yellow 
tree snake which
watched silently 

as I detoured a-
round it taking the 
garbage out. That arc 
retraced returning

until eye contact 
broken. Which 
is when the 
snake spoke. Said: 

I'm an old man now, and
a lonesome man in Kansas. . .