Limb shadows fall across the road in dapples and welts, br fooling me, casting a flicker of serpentine across the rough br and undulating gravel. I swerve. Another snake to dodge. br br I am a dodger of snakes, even a screech to a halt, br back up to inspect, pick up, admire, set safely in woods, br bring home for the kids, at least gawk, kind of guy. br br I have learned that to run over a snake is bad karma. br To run over a green snake, in particular, is to bring br nine generations of bad luck upon your family. br br I know because someone in my lineage must have done it, br and I wish to end it with me. I want my children br and grandchildren to know, I am a dodger of snakes.br br Hanque O . . .