Question
When the black snake
flashed onto the morning road,
and the truck could not swerve—
death, that is how it happens.
Now he lies looped and useless
as an old bicycle tire.
I stop the car
and carry him into the bushes.
3. Based on the text above, choose the category of poetry that best fits this excerpt.
Poetry of Place
Poetry of Spirit
Poetry of Nature
Poetry of Family
flashed onto the morning road,
and the truck could not swerve—
death, that is how it happens.
Now he lies looped and useless
as an old bicycle tire.
I stop the car
and carry him into the bushes.
3. Based on the text above, choose the category of poetry that best fits this excerpt.
Poetry of Place
Poetry of Spirit
Poetry of Nature
Poetry of Family
Answers
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Poetry of Nature