Slumber

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Slumbering garden snake,
we bring him out from
under a pile of lumber
undisturbed all winter.

He is curled, sleep-frozen,
waiting for the great natural awakening.
A colorless, lifeless gray.
So well hidden from the human world,
and yet we find him.

We move him along.
His quiet space is becoming a garden.
Now let this new life suddenly begin.

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