Pandemic Spring. A poem by Robert E. Petras

A shadow of a snake
From a shadow of a limb
There was not a shadow
Of a chance
I was sticking around

I don’t know why
They say black shadows
Are so fast
When I finally turned
I had dusted that sucker
By, at least, a good two miles


Robert E. Petras is a resident of Toronto, Ohio and a graduated of West Liberty University. His poetry and fiction have appeared in more than 200 publications across the planet.

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