Voices on the Wind Voices in the Garden
Diamondback at the Arboretum by David Chorlton A shriek flew directly at the sun from the woman who saw the uncoiling snake raise its head and lick the air around it. The flow of movement through its spine broke stillness where the needles on the ground had been a hiding place, so closely matched were they to the earth toned scales whose diamond patterns ran into the alternating black and white bands highlighting where the rattles begin. Then it stretched itself long and slid into the undergrowth, beyond reach of the tool designed for dropping a noose around the neck to facilitate a removal from which it would no doubt return here, to the shadow the cardinalís song makes leaving the tree.