Riding the Red Serpent
Demands ahead, love behind
As we snake through the cold, dark hills.
A pleasant voice casts and spins
To help me keep astride.
All at once the Serpent pauses,
Considering its course, I suppose.
I gaze at the wooded rise beside me;
Dendritic guardians bar the way.
Beyond them--over the hill, unseen
Lies community
Where names matter.
The Red Serpent slithers on,
Approaching the Important Place
Respectfully, wistfully.
We riders hang on as best we can.
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