Snake Rock

by scott

A conversation that is stereotypically
West Virginia.
A brother your childhood
sworn enemy.
Sitting beside you in your
four-wheel drive.
That you finally own thanks to Matthew
and a Volvo.
Driving through ruts and puddles on a
rumor of a road.
Till you find what they call snake rock
standing on the cliff.
You carry on a conversation of
awe and silence