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hear the chimes
of country homes
a cottonmouth hung from
his grandfather’s tractor
dead with no bite
it’s there for a while
until they take it down
until it gets too cold
no point in seeing it
when the days get so short
better shear it off
and do some work
come back home when it
gets too calloused or rough or lonely
there’s no point in these roads
they all end at the same intersection
where their grandson lost his dog
some mutt chased down snakes
from under the porch