by Mary Oliver
I once saw two snakes,
northern racers,
hurrying through the woods,
their bodies
like two black whips
lifting and dashing forward;
in perfect concert
they held their heads high
and swam forward
on their sleek bellies;
under the trees,
through vines, branches,
over stones,
through fields of flowers,
they traveled
like a matched team
like a dance
like a love affair.
from Devotions: The Selected Poems of Mary Oliver, by Mary Oliver
Penguin Random House, 2017
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