Squamata

Endemic of Crystal Springs 

South along

The east and west 

Shinning like beaded jewelery 

Thamnophis sirtalis 


Elusive in creeks

Shadowed in marshy wetlands

Seeking brackish waters 

Aqua anguine

Scarlet and onyx


Contra Costa

Santa Cruz Mountains 

Complex internal resonances 

Backbarrier lagoon

Tetrataenia 

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