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118 Autumn Snakes Archibald Magruder, 1788 I kick them up from autumn’s layered leaves. Each mimics his space so slowly, I cannot see what I see, three small, brown snakes with scarlet bellies, sluggish on the ground. Carefully I lay them in the sun. A glance away and I strain to see them in the leaves. Three minutes and they’re gone. I turn up leaf mold to prove the snakes again. Only a grub blinks there, blinder than a bone. ...

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