Once a
whirling dervish without restraint,
here and
there a dance on wind
as spiders
toiled in vain to hook
a wisp of
leg or arm;
the will of
this one a stone
plopped through
woven webbing
left a gaping hole of unpaired threads
fluttering like
severed strings
on cut-off
jeans.
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