I saw the sun streak warnings
across your reddened palm
as you raised the stick
and nudged the little Rattler.
Bewildered,
I closed my eyes
and felt my breath leave my lungs.
But all was well.
The tiny thing slithered away
into the crooked mountain crevices
as we made our way back down.
Shocked,
I looked at your face
betray ignorance of your selfless audacity
and I wondered if all my dammed up fear
would give way, one day, and again lead me here.
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