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“Hideo and the Fox Farm” © 2011 by Jane Shoenfeld
|From the sky a person can see
that the mammoth curving mound of grassy
earth is formed into a giant snake.
It lies not far from restored ruins
of the pious Harmonists’ colony
founded amidst the Shawnee
inheritors of this serpent mound.
Today a Frontier Festival — pumpkin-laden
Among these legs and high spirits
When people grasp it’s not a fake,
As Harmonists had prayed to fold
At this day’s fete the serpent raises its head
when this Hester of a woman stoops
slide back to the earth.
after Lisa Couturier’s “The Hopes of Snakes”
Published in Quiddity
reprinted in Algonquins Planted Salmon, Red Mountain Press