Saturday, August 27, 2016

Spider Landing on a Preposition Valentine

We are creators of worlds
Said the spider casting his line
It was Saturday and the traffic
Of breezes was heavy all around
It was a long and glistening
Thread stretching into next week
To catch and be caught up
In the purl two knit one
Of an invisible morning always
Going on always just exiting
The sun rushes into the yard
Then slams back out again
But it’s the clouds pulling rank
It’s always morning on the sun
Where the spiders cast from

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