Divination

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I froze a little, I admit,
too snug in routine’s tight orbit.
There, in the open kitchen door,
a python patterned urban air
with its generous, coiled sprawl.
Twining in the white grille,
it divined me, forked-tongue flickering.
I felt the dark test, the raw thrill,
the unwelcome, real invasion
of a world brought squarely home to me,
to my evasions.

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