Staring at the Rubber Band

He removed the rubber band from the
package of coffee beans and it twisted
and turned and moved back and forth
on the counter like the harmless garter
snakes he encountered as a youngster
in the fields of the suburbs of Chicago
and the long, beautiful, Diamondback
rattlesnake he encountered three years
ago in the Arizona desert and he stood
at the counter staring at the rubber
band afraid.

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