A poem about seeing "visions" on cold winter highway.

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Wintersnakes

Early
on a frigid morning
driving 2-lane blacktop
into the blinding sun,
there
on the asphalt mirror,
long, meandering cracks,
filled with July's hot tar patches
wriggled away before me
like
wintersnakes

Authors Bio:
Vi's works appear widely both in print and online. She conducts Poetry Workshops and gives readings in Central New York. Her latest chapbook is "Sine Qua Non Antiques (an Arcanum of History, Geography and Treachery).