A baby white snake slithered
on a dark high shelf
this was
of which she dreamt once
Tarot: the death card drew
And drew and drew
very soon
death became her
the shedding
the death
the shedding
the death
Growth or no
her heart yearns
for the never was
of lovers lost
so close so far
but she may not be
where she thinks yet
something may remain
unshed
something in the way
on a dark high shelf
