Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
Connor's snake The grip of finger, the s curve slide, a scaly caress of skin. Connor proudly holds the prize he found along the riverside: a garter snake that emits its musk, annoyed at best. A tongue flicks out as muscles flex, eager to wend its way back home among rock crevices. And then the children come to play, to hold young Connor's prey, careful not to squeeze too hard. At the last release we gasp relief; we and the snake go home. © 2008 Kåre Enga [165.195] 2008-08-13 For Connor, age 6, who showed us all the snake he caught at Caras Park, Missoula, MT ME: I am conflicted. If Eric calls tomorrow, I may be going on a road trip for a Men's Health conference ... hmmm. I'm staying where I've been for the last month. So that is settled. Had a smoked salmon and blueberry crepe (but I thought the salmon dry). I washed it down with a cardamom shake. Inspiration for poetry! Aaron made a comment that was too good to pass up and ended up with a poem before my shake was properly slurped. If I stay in town tomorrow I'll share it with him. If only to see him blush. Montana: 85º at 21:00; 72º by 22:00. ** Image ID #1295354 Unavailable ** 7240 |